Though it might be weirding some people out, this not drinking (much) thing is really working for me. I feel better than I have in a long while, and I’m focusing on some things that have been sitting neglected and dusty in the corner of my brain, and my liver is singing a song (if I open my mouth and lean slightly to the left, you can hear the faint strains of “Tequila” – how ironic). I haven’t completely quit – I doubt I ever will – but a glass of wine here and there is close to quitting compared to where I was. So, good for me. I’m sorry that I don’t feel like hanging out in bars very much right now. Guess I’ll catch some of you on the flip side. Flippy.

This whole not waving when someone (me) lets you into their lane is bullshit. I’m now waving way more than necessary, just hoping the people around me will resume the habit. If I see a chick with a cute shirt, she gets a wave. A guy with a particularly well-groomed mustache – wave. Someone in a late-70s green Buick – wave. I realize everyone is busy with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a cellphone, so maybe a slight shoulder roll would work. Just some acknowledgment that I and the rest of the world were not put on this planet to get out of your way as you speed to your ass bleaching appointment. Bleachy.

When I finally get that cabin in the woods for writing, I hope I can build floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall bookshelves. And fill them. I fucking love books. I have a running Amazon wish list for birthday and Christmas, and I’m always pleased as punch to receive books as gifts. I don’t buy them as much as I’d like (even though I buy a lot) because I ran out of room for them a long time ago. I keep doing some creative stacking and finding new places to store them, but I’m reaching maximum density. If I don’t watch it, I’ll become one of those people who starts stacking shit on the floor. That’s not going to work with my non-crazy-person design aesthetic, and that’s why my writing cabin will need lots and lots of shelving. And a small desk. And a toilet. And a water filter. And at least one window. And electricity. And non-scary things outside when it’s nighttime and I glance to my right to look at my reflection in the window and then my eyes refocus to look outside – it’s important to me that I not see anything scary looking back at me. It is also important to me to always kind of worry about that. Kooky.


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