heart sink

That’s the only way I can describe what takes over my body when I settle into watch last night’s Girlicious, hit the List button on my remote and see that my DVR is empty.  Really?  I mean, am I upset that I upgraded to HD Cable?  No.  Am I upset that the 3 years of saved scheduled recordings has to be reaccumulated?  Yes.  Not that it would’ve helped me in the case of Girlicious, but it’s the principal of it.  I also know that I can watch the same episode again tomorrow, but now people know what’s going to happen before I do and that kills me.

So, Saturday I was at hip hop yoga (the second time in my yoga journey that I’ve done this and both times it’s been ridiculously hard) and this song came on and I instantly liked it, but didn’t know who it was.  I spent the next three days googling what I thought were the lyrics, but kept coming up short.  Last night on a whim, I was feeling whimsy, I tried again.  Jackpot.  I was sooo excited and dance, dance, danced to the :30 preview on iTunes.  I bought it immediately, so I dance, dance, danced to it on repeat while getting ready this morning.

Superstar by Lupe Fiasco.