Not so funny

It is 6:30 am. Charles had to come back home this morning and get my car because he is out of gas and the gas stations up here are out of gasoline -- and now that I do a little reading, this is true all over Atlanta. Well, there are "rolling outages." My car has about 150 miles left in the tank.

I will have to hope to find some gas somewhere today, or I'm stranded in suburban hell.

I just hope my bank cards still work.

Not so funny.

pretty darn funny

Umm

Well my friend (I'm winking at you CK) tells me to stop fucking around and blog. She says I don't have to say anything profound or meaningful. So, here I am trying.

I'm afraid the pressure to say something smart, clever, emotional, or even interesting keeps me from saying anything at all most of the time. Of course, that doesn't mean that when I do finally say something it actually meets that standard.

Today was a hard day: yoga, therapy, and acupuncture. A little more than is easy. Not so much as a hard day of work.

Some days, however, it would be easier to work. Now that I'm all stretched out, tired, emotionally drained, and poked, I'd like to relax. But here I am, trying to think of something to tell you all.

I guess I can just be honest. This week I'm living in the 80s. I just put a bunch of 80s songs on my iPod, and I've been in contact with several people from high school. It feels like I'm searching for something -- maybe even working on a few things. But the long and short of it: weird.

Childhood never really leaves us.

It makes the prospect of parenting even more daunting.

Want the soundtrack?

Try:
Open Arms -- Journey
Our Lips are Sealed -- The GoGos
I am Superman -- REM
Jack and Diane -- John Cougar Mellencamp
Emotions -- The Bee Gees


CRAZY