sincerely, me

I'm falling for you. Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. Life is stupid sometimes. Apparently, it has the ability to be miraculous and beautiful, too, but you have to get through all of the stupid bits first. To find true love, you've got to go on a hundred ridiculous dates with a hundred disastrous guys (or girls, suiting your preference). To get a great job, you've got to survive so many crummy ones, where the pay sucks, the work is worse, and you don't feel you belong, no matter how much bigger you try to make your box. (Not talking about my job now, of course, I love my job. Leave? Pah! It's perfect.) Lately I've been thinking about things a lot. About finally finishing that novel I never started, and gaining the confidence to do all the other things I've ever wanted to do, like kiss a boy, and go to Australia. I'm not sure what this blog is supposed to be about. I think you're supposed to have an idea when y...

Wow. Forty posts. I think I'll take this opportunity to break with tradition. Sometimes it's really nice (and almost necessary) to take a break. So, for the next seventeen minutes and three seconds, I want all of you to do just that. I discovered this sequence (I'm not sure what to call it) just now through NPR. I thought about letting you believe I listen to that. But that would be lying. My dad had it on when I borrowed his truck to take back a Redbox movie. If, like my sister, you can't just sit still for seventeen minutes, please do something productive. Write a letter (snail mail, people) to your mom. She'll love it. And for those without a mom, write a letter to someone you miss. The Sea Interlude -- Benjamin Britten