Wow, my blogging has fallen SO by the wayside. This was brought to my attention by a friend a few nights ago, when he asked me when I was going to post something new. So, here goes.
Let's get business out of the way - I'm obviously still doing the Cannonball thing, since there are new reviews being posted on Pajiba nearly every day. It's gotten a little harder to switch up the rotation, but there are some troopers out there still going strong. I promise you I will update the main page tomorrow, since I'm stuck in the house with some sort of mutant summer bug. I feel terrible that I haven't done it sooner, but by my calculations I spend about 45 hours a week at work, not counting the two hour commute. It's pretty draining. Still that's no excuse for neglecting the Read, and I apologize to the participants and to my boss DR.
I've been doing other stuff too...blood drive, beach holiday, random evenings in my sister's garden, three hour car inspections...hell, I don't know where the time goes. I'm looking for a new job; rocking the single life again; trying to figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my life and what I want to be when I grow up. All of my friends and family are hitched and raising offspring, so I've been subjected to a litany of "When are you going to meet someone? Aren't you worried you won't have kids? Don't you want a husband?" Why, thank you, well-meaning family and friends. I'm just going to drink a bleach cocktail and stick my head in the oven, thanks. You've reduced the meaning of my life to the sum of my left ring finger and my ladybits.
Ah, it's all so confusing. Maybe it's the early 30s blues. Maybe it's exhaustion. Maybe I missed the boat when I was younger - it could be true that you only get lucky enough to really fall in love once, or that could just be a Nora Roberts romance novel myth. All I know is that I have to make the best of what I've got, and I'm going to work on that every day. Starting today. While I lie on my couch and ignore my throbbing ear canal.