where you lead, I will follow

(Two posts in two days = some kind of crazy blogging record for me. I'm thinking about issuing some dumb challenge to myself about writing every day in December, because I've been having a word problem lately in which I cannot put coherent ones together at work or in the novel. I'm wondering if writing here extemporaneously might help, because god knows I am an utter failure at "journaling." I am an utter failure even at typing the word without sarcasm quotes.)

So I'm at the gym today, on the elliptical machine, watching my own little personal television in the secret third-floor gym paradise area.

(Here is another long parenthetical explanation, this time on my theory about the paradisical nature of the paradise area of my gym: The second floor is the meat market for the buff gay men, and the third floor is home to the almost entirely unpopulated women-only area as well as more elliptical machines and bikes and the studio where Urban Funk classes are held. Although the machines with the personal TVs are not actually in the women's area, they are near the women's area; therefore, the sweaty crowds of buff gay men who populate the second floor exclusively have not discovered them. They have no reason to venture up to the third floor, except for Urban Funk. Also, none of the third-floor regulars -- me and the three or four other women who have the ungodly expensive memberships to this gym -- want to reveal the secret of the awesome personal-TV machines. It's not in our best interest, obviously, or some of the men would be all up in our machines when we want to just watch the full hour of Gilmore Girls without having to endure puppy-dog stares from anyone waiting in line. And also also, they wouldn't care anyway, because presumably they do not want to leave the meat market. If they did, they would already be on the third floor and would have made the discovery on their own.)

I digress. Gilmore Girls. I love it. I forgot what I was going to say about it a million years ago when I started writing this.

Er.

I should have known I would love it when I first heard the theme song, which is a Carole King song one of my friends and I used to sing to each other periodically. The Gilmore Girls song kind of confuses me a little, because that's definitely not the Carole King version from "Tapestry" that I know and love, but one of the women singing the theme song -- there are two -- sounds like Carole herself. Did she record a new version for the show? If yes, is that good or bad?

Can you tell I still don't really remember what I was going to say, and now I'm just rambling? Isn't this expository writing fun already? Don't answer that.