trying to get back to blogging

As I mentioned in my last entry, I was working on an essay for Tohner about my 30th birthday and the ensuing year. I ended up with four single-spaced pages, which isn’t that much writing, but it took me about eight hours to do. There was just so much to say, and I was trying to keep it interesting. Dad said something about how he wished he’d done something like this every year – at the time it was happening rather than years later. I thought that was a great idea, so I’m starting now. I’ll be 38 in a few days, and I’ve already begun the wrap-up of 37. This was actually a pretty eventful year, and I don’t know that I would remember that, say, a decade from now. I like the concept of doing a where was I/where am I going exercise each year in late March. Time is moving faster and faster (the old people weren’t lying when they told us that when we were kids), and it’s hard to see the forest sometimes.

If you were to drive through the Alley’s parking garage (which is 13 stories and mostly populated with the cars of workers from the surrounding law firms, banks, and energy companies), you would notice a few cars with Fight Stupidization stickers (which is totally cool to see, by the way). Since others are representing Six Of One Productions, I thought I better do the same. But I really didn’t want to put a sticker on my pristine paint. My brother Mason recommended using a sticky magnet strip, which I happened to have at home, so I’m now sporting the sticker on the back of my car. Hopefully no one will be looking closely enough to see that it will easily peel off. As always, the offer remains for me to mail you a sticker. You just have to promise to display it on your vehicle, cubicle wall, ass or other area that people look at.

I’m wearing a suit and a new bra today. I’m not comfortable.

Tina Fey was on Sesame Street this morning.

I have a bug to get the hell outta Dodge for a while. I’m not sure where I want to go, but I want to go somewhere. A road trip in the new car would be fun. And probably cheaper than flying somewhere. Switching jobs with no break in between probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve had, but it was the right financial move. Now that I’ve stabilized over here, I need a mental break. I’m starting to get claustrophobic sitting at a desk all day. I’m freaking out, man. Seriously.