After sitting at a desk all day, I can no longer bear to come home to sit at a desk for any length of time.
And so I don’t write. Because sitting at a desk and typing is work and I want to come home and do something that isn’t work.
I will find my muse again. But for now, patience.
And randomness.
I’ve been knitting a lot. Knit Picks will make a small fortune off of me and Ravelry will have to buy more bandwidth.
I’ve watched entirely too much HGTV. I moved in with my boyfriend in November and somehow the move from apartment to house flipped the desire-to-watch-HGTV switch on. I hadn’t previously thought that was possible. I’m hoping I outgrow it, but then I’d have to find something else to do with my eyes and ears while my fingers are busy knitting.
I make weekly trips to the grocery store, which is about eight times more often than when I lived alone.
I filled out a FAFSA and that’s all I’m saying about that.
When I was in high school and had stopped growing taller and was stuck at a pathetic 5’2”, I heard a woman say she had a growth spurt in her early twenties. So I hoped and waited, and I’m taller now than in college. I have taken this as irrefutable proof of the power of positive thinking, so I am convinced that I will win the lottery any day now, probably tonight.
I hadn’t been to the dentist since I was 19 or 20, not because I’m afraid of the pain a dentist so loves to inflict, but because I was concerned that all dentists were as worthless as the ones I saw as a child. But I was also convinced that after years of neglect, my teeth were surely rotting out of my head, so I went to the dentist. No cavities. Clearly negative thinking has no impact on outcomes.
Now I just have to survive getting my wisdom teeth out. May 7.
And, as a reminder, I can often be found blathering in short form on Twitter. I am told I am entertaining in 140-character servings.
