what the?...
How the hell have I gone three weeks without writing a single entry? Lord knows that a lot has happened to me. Thanksgiving, positive developments in my oft-strained relationship with my mother, my job, this conference I'm right in the middle of, two paychecks and a little bit of a reveal into how I evidently view money, starting a practice of waking up at the asscrack of the morning to work out (and slowly getting in better shape as an unsurprising result), a flurry of surprisingly sentimental and emotional responses to rewatching episodes of Next Gen...
It's not like my life is boring, y'know? I'm just not recording it like I used to. And that is a damn shame. Because it's better now than it has been in a really long time, and I deserve to record the good times for later consumption just as much as the bad.
But it's not happening now; I have to go back to sleep. Need to leave the house in like 3.5 hours for this conference in DC. More sleep is necessary. In the morning/later-hours-of-dark, I'm going back into this exciting new world of "holy crap, I really don't want to ever work in the city if this is what commutes are going to be like!" that I've discovered.
-Allison misses herself sometimes
It's not like my life is boring, y'know? I'm just not recording it like I used to. And that is a damn shame. Because it's better now than it has been in a really long time, and I deserve to record the good times for later consumption just as much as the bad.
But it's not happening now; I have to go back to sleep. Need to leave the house in like 3.5 hours for this conference in DC. More sleep is necessary. In the morning/later-hours-of-dark, I'm going back into this exciting new world of "holy crap, I really don't want to ever work in the city if this is what commutes are going to be like!" that I've discovered.
-Allison misses herself sometimes