So, it's been awhile. I'm sorry, my bad. It's just...yeah, yeah, I've been busy. NO! It's not you really, it's been... it's just that well, I've had a lot on my mind and every time I feel ready to talk--you're not available. I'm not blaming you. It's just we have to be in person to communicate and that takes time. I even write notes on yellow work post-its about things I want to talk to you about. I do! Really! I shove them in the book I'm reading and then into my purse. Now? Oh, Water For Elephants. Yeah it's good, I recommend it. So anyway, I just want to say I'm sorry. What? Well I guess I can share a little.
So lots of thoughts to discuss, but it all comes down to this: I'm happy! Really! I am. I really can't complain about sh*t. Yay! I mean I have worries, yeah, and I'm getting super anxious and inpatient at work, but overall things are good. Who? Oh. Well, I'm not sure.
What else? Oo! Well my vaca planning is FINALLY getting into motion for the year (YEAR!), which is exciting. India, L.A. and MS here I come! My friend from work, Leah and my Mom respectively. I know it's gonna be a crazy good time ;)
I made Tetrazzini and cooked apples tonight. I know!!! I can't wait til' tomorrow when all the ingredients have marinated together, it's soooo much better the next day. Well luckily it hasn't been too hot to cook. I also did laundry. It's pretty much the bane of my existence. Why?? Right. You must've never had to haul your draws, towels and sheets down 4 bustling NYC blocks, in a cart that has unhinged and relentless wires poking out of it that's sufficiently filleted your legs, to a run down laundry cave run by that random guy you saw at that sh*tty Euro-trash mega club once (ONCE) in the Meatpacking and now he acts like he knows you. Oh! And it's always busy in that joint. Always. And if you don't watch your clothes with hawk-like persistence the mean mom-lady-owner will grab them out and throw them to sit scared and lifeless in a dirty crazy-wheeling break-your-back cart. Oh! And halfway through your loads you ALWAYS run out of detergent, no matter how much you start out with. Why? Because you always OCD-out and use too much because you're afraid to pick up whatever was left behind in the washer you're using.*
*Huh! Look at that. I guess I CAN find something to complain about. I guess it's a gift!?
But yet and still (don't you HATE when people say that? Does it even make sense?) things are good.
I promise to do better with us, k? K.