I am unemployed, but at least I can exercise. My face looks fat in pictures. I know, I know, it's a very girly thing to complain about, but I find I go through photogenic phases and this is not one of them.
I took a road trip down south this week to celebrate having quit my job and met up with some people I've known online since I was nineteen. It was bizarre, but not unpleasant, talking to a group of people I feel like I know very well, despite never having met them. One of the guys had married one of the gals. They'd originally met on the message board we all post to. He was from Australia. She was from Chicago. She moved to Australia and they promptly got hitched.
I kept saying, "Y'all are MARRIED! That's so WEIRD."
I'm sure I sounded like an imbecile.
I am making tea (and plans for the rest of the day, even though it is half over).
I will do some pilates I think. And then look up literary agents in the huge book I was just mailed. Then I'll call my friends and tell them the show we're going to is at ten thirty. And then I might do some editing or cleaning. Then I'll start deciding what to wear, but get distracted by making dinner and watching television and before I know it, it'll be time to go out.
3:31 p.m. - 2007-01-19
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