wish you were here

I’m not dead, just busy. And sick. But a few things.

This is my favoritist song in the whole wide world right now.

Friends coming to town, friends leaving town. Mikey and Roz were here, and Mikey’s back in Macau already, and Roz leaves tomorrow. Jocelyn’s back for a weekend, then Montreal. And Scotty’s leaving for better times in Austin. Stop bringing up my abandonment issues, people!

Running. It’s been up, mostly down. But I think I’ll be able to finish a half by the time December comes around. I’m not sure if I’ll be actually running the entire way, but at least we can attempt.

I don’t like clubs. I needed to be reminded of this once again on Monday night. While we got hooked up with a couple of bottles in VIP, the night ended with a guy sucking on a lollipop and giving me a lap dance in trying to mack his way into the VIP section. I would comment on this travesty, but it’s just so heinous that I can’t. I just can’t.

Writing? What writing? I’m a bad girl. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about my stories. By the time the weekend comes around, I’m so spent that I just can’t wrap my brain around writing something down. It’s just. Urg.

Fighting off the occasional icky feelings. Because I’ve been running consistently, I’ve been on an even keel emotionally, but there have been a few moments during September that really taxed my brain. It’s not that I see the fall or winter getting to me, but knowing those moments are there really scare me. I’m trying to be realistic without being cynical.

I’m kinda over the election by now. Listen America, just vote for Obama and get it over with.

Fonzie says hello.

I always say that I’m going to be better about blogging, but in actuality I’m really bad about it. But I do think about it an awful lot. I’ll think of something interesting and see what happens.