Or perhaps I won't need grad school to go into more debt.
Exciting things are happening. I'm not talking about how I decided to try not showering this morning since I showered late yesterday, either.
I'm also not talking about running into my first high school boyfriend and his wife and two kids and three of his friends (two of whom I could call friends) yesterday. Um, yeah. I'll be honest. I was freaked out. After stuffing myself with delicious Hi-Life food, though, I was able to show off to the guys--I get very sharp-tongued around Heath, in a good way (for me; it also amuses Heath but he's used to it. The others I think get a sharp reminder of my personality. I don't know. I've always had a difficult time understanding how others see me and this is a good example.)--and play with Amadeus, his 3-year-old son. (THREE YEARS OLD? Maybe fewer. He also reported on seeing two other classmates plus husbands and babies last week.)
[Yes, Daphne, you really are 30. Yes, Daphne, it's time you FINALLY realized you are a bit of a freak and most of your classmates are married with babies.]
I'm also not talking about how I've been thinking about how my other high school boyfriend, the much beleagured Ben, was and is probably the nicest guy in the world. I mean really. He was a good guy and though he didn't really get me, loved me and stood by me and sacrificed a lot to be with me. Too bad I couldn't see that, either. ETA: Actually, probably it was a good thing I didn't realize this. I was unhappy and wouldn't have been happy with him, nice though he was, and needed to leave him. It's too bad I had to be so mean to him but I'm sure he's over it by now.
I'm ALSO not talking about how lucky I am that Seth turned up later--similarly great guy but with an edge and a better understanding of me (and himself). More perfect for me.
Nor am I talking about all my knitting productivity or making a good chunk of money to use toward giving tree and food bank gifts this season.
I'm actually talking about work. And that's all I'm going to say about it, 'cause exciting also means busy as hell.
PS I was looking at JANE magazine at the gym on Saturday and kind of blew a gasket. I've had it with this b.s. Then I saw on the TV news channel that Richard Pryor died that day and got really sad. I tried to stop thinking about him and go back to angry, but I'm still bummed about his passing. Otherwise, Saturday was okay. But more on this, specifically JANE, later.
I'm also not talking about running into my first high school boyfriend and his wife and two kids and three of his friends (two of whom I could call friends) yesterday. Um, yeah. I'll be honest. I was freaked out. After stuffing myself with delicious Hi-Life food, though, I was able to show off to the guys--I get very sharp-tongued around Heath, in a good way (for me; it also amuses Heath but he's used to it. The others I think get a sharp reminder of my personality. I don't know. I've always had a difficult time understanding how others see me and this is a good example.)--and play with Amadeus, his 3-year-old son. (THREE YEARS OLD? Maybe fewer. He also reported on seeing two other classmates plus husbands and babies last week.)
[Yes, Daphne, you really are 30. Yes, Daphne, it's time you FINALLY realized you are a bit of a freak and most of your classmates are married with babies.]
I'm also not talking about how I've been thinking about how my other high school boyfriend, the much beleagured Ben, was and is probably the nicest guy in the world. I mean really. He was a good guy and though he didn't really get me, loved me and stood by me and sacrificed a lot to be with me. Too bad I couldn't see that, either. ETA: Actually, probably it was a good thing I didn't realize this. I was unhappy and wouldn't have been happy with him, nice though he was, and needed to leave him. It's too bad I had to be so mean to him but I'm sure he's over it by now.
I'm ALSO not talking about how lucky I am that Seth turned up later--similarly great guy but with an edge and a better understanding of me (and himself). More perfect for me.
Nor am I talking about all my knitting productivity or making a good chunk of money to use toward giving tree and food bank gifts this season.
I'm actually talking about work. And that's all I'm going to say about it, 'cause exciting also means busy as hell.
PS I was looking at JANE magazine at the gym on Saturday and kind of blew a gasket. I've had it with this b.s. Then I saw on the TV news channel that Richard Pryor died that day and got really sad. I tried to stop thinking about him and go back to angry, but I'm still bummed about his passing. Otherwise, Saturday was okay. But more on this, specifically JANE, later.