My co-workers are making me cranky today. They won't shut up. Their phone calls are taking much, much too long. The one who "axe" questions keeps turning the radio up too loud. I bought some Red Vines to make myself feel better. They’re stale and so hard to chew they need to come with a dentist appointment.
I just finished reading New Moon. FOR THE 452nd TIME. I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw the movie, the urge to read the book came on all hot and heavy. I tried to resist. Apparently, I didn't try hard enough. Thankfully, the urge to read the rest of the series is not as strong and I think if I start the Lisa Kleypas book I recently downloaded to my iPod, I'll be okay. (I have serious issues. I'd go see my therapist, but SOFT PORN, remember?)
Reading books on my iPod is my NEW FAVORITE THING OH MY GOD. When the Kindle was introduced, I wasn’t interested. I like BOOKS. Books you can hold and smell and look at and flip through. Then we were in Utah and I needed a book for the long drive home. Instead of driving around an unfamiliar city looking for a bookstore, I made the decision to download one to my iPod and give the eReader application a shot. I LOVED IT. The book and the experience. Now, my books come with me WHEREVER I GO. I can read anywhere. It's easier to hold, easier to flip pages. I'm seriously in love. I can't believe I ever had doubts. And, honestly? Not having to find a place to keep another book is AWESOME.
I am desperate to hang Christmas lights. With the move and the endless unpacking, it feels like the holidays are slipping away and, damn it, this is my favorite time of year and I don't want to wake up one day in January and wonder what the hell happened to Christmas.
Unpacking isn't the only reason I've been in a BLUNK these days. (That's my hip way of combining the words "blog" and "funk." Watch. It'll be the next cool word.) While in Utah, I discovered that my twin twelve-year-old nieces read this here blog. And, at the risk of offending and hurting the feelings of my ENTIRE FAMILY, I'm going to be completely honest with you. (Because, damn it, that's why I HAVE A BLOG.) I don’t like it. Children shouldn’t be reading this. Children who don’t understand some of the serious topics I choose to write about, but ONE DAY WILL, shouldn’t be reading this. I would even go so far as to say that I feel angry. I’m struggling to get past it. I’m struggling with the idea of saying fuck it and starting over somewhere new.
Also, I hate, hate, hate it when someone quotes something I wrote back to me. It’s painful. (I’d make a terrible writer.)
Last, but not least... I miss you people. I don't miss my old job, but I do miss the downtime. Time that I gratefully used to stay up-to-date with my favorite writers and photographers. I miss commenting regularly. Now I finally get a chance to open my reader just to find 150 new blog posts. It's a bit intimidating. Granted, most of 'em are from PW, but still... Anyway, just thought I'd throw that out there. I miss you.
Okay, I work next to this Clarion. Tonight I finally took a picture. Those lights have been out for weeks.