To a friend, regarding vacation:


I have a ton of shit to do since I just got back, and you know that first day back is always the worst.


Life, in general, is alright. But you know that whole passion conversation we had? I have very little, if any, right now. About anything. I wish I could focus on my job. I need to focus there because there's opportunity and I just need to hit the mark, which shouldn't be that difficult, and poof! I'll get a rabbit.


I'm watching my hands type and thinking I'm one bronzy bitch. You know, where your fingernail beds look so white because your hands are tan? I know, all this sun will give me the wrinkles and the cancer and all that shit, but did you know it also gives you the Vitamin D? That's good for you. The Vitamin D. And you have heard of the benefits of light therapy, right? And take today's unmotivating weather, for example; a bit of sunshine might help. I need some internal sunshine.


I did very much enjoy my vacation and once I've had a chance to wash the sand out of my swimsuits and think about it all, I'll likely churn out a couple of blog postings. I'm also going to try to get some new pics up soon.


OH -- thought of you Saturday while on a sunset cruise on the Gulf. There was a local musician performing on the deck, and I requested a song, and he obliged and sang for me and Ryder, and all the passengers, and for you as well. He sang, "Wild World." Ryder and I both sang along.

There's this terrible thing that, I'm hearing, parents do .... they start packing up all the shit you stored at their house and start sending it to you. Boxes begin to pile up, and you feel like you're moving again. "You now have more room," they say.


I was just tortured with going through all of Ryder's old clothes ... the ones I kept before I realized there would be hundreds of shirts and pants and outfits, before I realized I'd never have another need for them.


Going through the boxes of Ryder's clothes was depressing, but going through boxes of high school bullshit has been entertaining.


I've still not gone through the binders of notes -- yes, that's right; I kept my high school notes in binders by dates. WTF? I ask myself the same. I've been this anal retentive for some time now. Interesting, to me, at least.


I think about organizing the notes by sender and mailing a stack to each individual who wrote them to me. This could be *very* entertaining, but at the same time, I might resent someone pulling that shit on me.


So, anyway, garage sale this weekend with lots of sorority shirts and baby clothes. Should be a good bargain for someone.


In the meantime, I'll save the notes, the words. I'm sort of a collector of them anyway.

Feeling random ... and crap, I mean, it is my dearest friend's birthday today, so I have to post just to give props to Cheddar Rob from the PrinceyP. Dis s'posda make you laugh. See how time fly?


So tonight is Korean Karaoke night after dinner, where I plan to have some Kimchi in case you were wondering.


I have laryngitis, so I won't be on the karaoke machine, which really sucks because PrinceyP can rap like a mutha. And I'm sure that would be hilarious at a Korean Karaoke. Hell, it might even be more hilarious with laryngitis. If you were fortunate enough to talk to me on the telephone last night you know how I currently sound, but Josh's description was most eloquent: "Your voice sounds like an old French whore's." (No offense to French or women or hookers or anything, k?)


OK. And lastly, I had a bizarre dream last night in which I completely resolved an issue that is doomed irresolvable. I don't feel the least bit better. However, tonight I'll be givin' no shits.


Happy weekend.