All You Need Is...
I give my friend Adam a fair amount of shit and good natured ribbing. Luckily, he's a good sport about it and very adept at dishing it out as well as taking it. He's also pretty good at self deprecation.
So when I realized I could alter his podcasts in GarageBand, there was only one thing to do.
Make the hottest frickin' dance track EVAH!
This one's for all the boiz out there. Turn it up and shake what ya mama gave ya!
I must make a public apology to every single person I encountered today. There was no viable reason for me to have been Señor Crankypants and bite your head off to get to the creamy center, but sadly I went there and did.
To the people I sneered at while in line at Starbucks, I apologize. I normally don't look like an scowling crag in the morning.
To my co-workers who are still relatively new working with me, welcome to the emotional roller-coaster that me. Just wait until I start with the hypochondria.
To my roommates, I'm sorry for walking in the door, looking at you with an annoyed look of exasperation, dropping EVERYTHING in my hands on the floor, no wait...strike that...THROWING everything in my hands on the floor and locking myself in my office to pout and stew. And thank you for cleaning the living room.
I have no excuse. I was inhabited by an evil spirit. She is gone now and hopefully will not return anytime soon.
Now, where's the chocolate?
I was hanging with Adam today and he asked if I launched my blog on my domain yet. I said no and started to list all the things I wanted to do first: format all the content, assign categories to everything, import the comments, etc.
He looked at me and said something like, "Would you just publish the damn thing already? You can do that stuff later."
So here it is, in all its unfinished glory. Big props to Adam and Dyanna for all their help getting this little slice of the internet live. They have been very patient with my frantic instant messaging saying "MOVABLE TYPE MUST HATE ME!" and with virtual blood, sweat and tears shed. I owe them much gratitude and a meal.
This is very much a work in progress, but it's mine and I'm pretty proud of it and happy with the results. Let me know what you think.
After 143 days without it, it is finally raining here. Not a schvitzig kind of rain, but an actual legitimate rain.
It was heavenly waking up to the sound of it this morning. I just curled up and fell back asleep several times hearing it beat down on the awning outside my window.
In August, I bought new windshield wiper blades for my car because the mighty sun that makes our summers 110°+ had melted mine to the point of uselessness.
They are still in the trunk of my car.
Oh well, I'll just stare at the rain today and worry about it tomorrow.
I have things in my head that I need to sort out. It feels like the weeds have overgrown and are out of control. Some pruning is in order. I know I have some decisions to make and definitely have tasks to accomplish, but when I start to think about doing them, a little voice says it's not time.
I don't think the voice is Depression rearing its ugly head. I'm pretty good at spotting him and putting him in his place now. Sometimes it's okay if he visits. I know he's going to from time to time. He is a part of me and will always be. Just as long as I know when to recognize he's overstaying his welcome and kick him to the curb.
I could be Laziness. She is a seductive mistress. So enticing with her tempting offer to just not deal right now and come back to bed.
Whomever and whatever it is, I guess this is just part of the current process. Things will happen soon. Plans will be set into motion. Changes will be made.
Just not now.
