Published by admin on 28 Jan 2009
With my real job and my freelance work, I’ve been working seven days a week. On my birthday I had a glass of red wine with my friend who just had foot surgery, and spent the rest of the night kind of rolled in a ball of self-loathing. The thing is, I’m doing what I need to do to support myself, I just don’t particularly like the person it makes me - tired, snappish, prone to drinking, and quite possibly in need of a serious attitude adjustment. I mostly thought when I turned 33 I would be more… grown up? responsible? I don’t know.
So, thank you for the birthday wishes everyone. I love the belated ones, because they came in after the hoopla of the day is over and remind me that it could be worse, I could be dead!
Seth is going back to work soon, which, YAY work! Boo, no more Seth at home giving me the daily dog update.
Random aside: We were at our local joint eating and a woman walked in. She made me so ridiculously sad. It was her mom hair and her perfectly ironed skirt. Her sweater tucked into it and her belt just so. Her black nylons and her pratical heels. She ate alone. She looked perfectly fine with it, but, man, she depressed the shit out of me.
And appropos of nothing, I don’t know how you people do it, the work, the family… How do you have time for television? I work in television and I don’t have time to watch it. I didn’t have cable for a year. I would watch a random episode of Gossip Girl here and there, and 30 Rock on Hulu, but boy am I out of the loop. I have about 15 minutes a day that I can spend watching TV, and those precious moments are instead spent either hitting the snooze button or writing my morning pages. Which, morning pages are embarrassing, that’s all there is to it. But they’re an integral part of my writing process, and I need them. I do them. I cringe. I try not to bring it up in mixed company, but there you go, I’m a recovering writer.
All of this is to say that it’s been busy. I’ll be getting less busy as soon as Seth is getting more busy, and so the world turns, and sands through the hour glass, and something about a hospital in general.