Wherein I am not at all a drama queen
Hi, Internet. I don’t know where to start this time, so please bear with me while I go on a much needed vent session. You see, I started 2010 off with plans for greatness. And really, it’s not that I don’t feel like it’s been a good year so far—I mean, work is more active and I’ve reconnected with old friends and my health has been good despite an E.R. trip in January, but I can’t nip that nagging feeling that I’m not doing as much as I could be, and this means I overwork myself.
It takes an insane amount of brain power to make a living as a writer. I cannot stress that enough. Not that you didn’t already know this, but people are terrible. One misspelled word or forgotten punctuation mark and you’re an idiot. You leave out a fact about that off-the-wall tech company and you’d be better off staying away from your computer for a few days. You forget to update a part of the website because, I don’t know, LIFE gets in the way, and OH GOD, HERE COME THE HOT POKERS.
Speaking of life, heh, a volcano erupted. Normally I wouldn’t give it much thought, but this particular volcano prevented me from flying to Paris by one day. ONE day. I was scheduled to fly yesterday and my airline of choice didn’t reopen air travel until today. ONE DAY. Isn’t that amazing? In case you don’t remember, last time I tried to leave the country I was essentially told to suck it by an airline I won’t name because I’m a lady (WHAT’S UP, UNITED!) and then I got swine flu.
What I think Life is trying to tell me is if I ever need to travel, I should always plan it for a week or two before I actually need to arrive at my destination.
In other news, I’m tired. Really tired. So tired and stressed out that I had to end my first good 'ship (it was much more than a friendship but not quite a relationship) in two years. Normally that would be huge news around these parts because hell, since when do I not put *all* of my energy into my romantic adventures? But these days I'm way too focused on work to be a good girlfriend. Is that a cop out? Perhaps. But I also like to think of it as a new avenue in my life; one that I don't think has ever gotten the attention it deserves.
Still, there are drawbacks. We'll start with my inbox, which my boss has renamed The Black Hole. Y’all, I think I need a personal assistant. You’re thinking something like, HA, PERSONAL ASSISTANT MY ASS! YOU’RE 25. YOU SHOULD BE A PERSONAL ASSISTANT. I don’t disagree, and in fact I am one, but dude, hear me out: Last Friday a friend was going at my mop with a flat iron and she found a white hair.
A white hair. As in my first white hair. As in HDQIASUDauiSDFYOASDAGHFASD.
The bottom half was brown, but the top end was definitely white and it felt like dental floss (is this normal?). Two nights later I went out for sushi with a handful of friends, one of which deemed it a "stress hair" and then ended up calling me a silver fox before the night was over and oh god, I’m going to die tomorrow, aren’t I?