Some updates since we last chatted:
- I got a job! I almost wrote that I “can’t” talk about it, but the truth is, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Not because I’m a secret agent or anything (OR AM I?) but because not talking about work (other than in general, positive terms) on the Interweb seems like a good plan. Suffice it to say, I like where I am, what I’m doing, the possibilities for the future, and the fact that my co-workers are rabid coffee drinkers. I believe the term “hardcore addicts” has been thrown around once or twice. Not sure if I’m a joiner or just an impressionable idiot but I have ramped up my consumption from one cup in the morning to… hell, I don’t know. Three? Maybe? Per day. This needs to stop seeing as how I am simultaneously nauseated and unable to sit still at the moment.
- I celebrated my 33rd birthday with multiple dinners out, a movie (The King’s Speech is great), and lots of bubbly. Couldn’t ask for much more, could I? Aside from a pug to name Chiquitita, that is.
- Look what Ed caught:
- Confession: I’ve been half-assedly watching The Bachelor this season. There is a girl from Chico on it, so of course I had to check it out and see if I knew her/her family (answer: no). I got sort of sucked in, but I’ve found that if I want to avoid being completely irritated and worried about the future of the human race, I can’t pay close attention. I’m convinced that if you took a shot every time someone says the words “journey,” “connection,” and/or “for the right reasons” you would be shitfaced within minutes. The Resident Crazy Bitch Who Will Cut You is named Michelle. I sort of love watching her but I also fear for everyone’s safety when she’s around.
- So, is it a bad idea to counteract the extreme! caffeine! ingestion with some wine? Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to calm down without chemical intervention.