Life

One of the most entertaining things about starting any new job is how many different names I get called called during the course of any given week. I’ve been called “Carmen,” “Karsten,” “Candice,” and “Carmel.” I was identified in today’s meeting minutes as “Karen.” And, of course, most days I’m just, “The Writer.” Man, I […]

OK, the rest of Ohio isn’t nearly as depressing as Dayton. Maybe Dayton just isn’t my kind of town. I’m thinking it’s the whole “few to no jobs” and “what jobs there are pay crap” thing. But honestly, Columbus just has a far better feel. And I’m *sure* it’s not just because it’s packed with

OK, monthly blood loss + MA class + another bizarre half-hour-after-eating low this morning of 29 = much tiredness. Tonight it’s lying in bed reading books and watching some shows, and tomorrow, it’s pancakes and writing. That’s sounds about right.

I was listening to Whiskey from a Wire at work today (on headphones of course), and this song came on. I was suddenly so utterly and completely distracted that I uploaded two copies of the document I was uploading – three times. Three times, people. The fact that the acrobatics described in this song assume

I am happy.

Stephanie and I were sitting at the kitchen table this morning lingering over our coffee and talking about the trip we took to the bookstore yesterday. “I was so upset they didn’t have that fourth book I wanted,” she said. “Which one was it?” I asked. “It’s called _Death in Little Italy_. It’s set in

One of the things I’m working really hard on this year is managing my out-of-control finances. Sure, there was some bad luck in there, but there’s also been a lot of careless spending on my part. I don’t keep track of what I spend. I don’t balance my checkbook. I just keep approximate ideas of

Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.