I meant to have a mega-productive day today, but alas, that didn't happen. Lotti and John had a few people over last night, and we ended up staying past 2 a.m. It was highly cool -- hanging out with Lotti and John, Angie and Jordan, Kristin and Maneesh, and Dawn. (Dawn and I are the only single ones in the Girls' Night Out group, so for all intents and purposes --i.e., when we're teaming up for games and such -- we're a couple. We've decided to register at Crate and Barrel, just because, hell, everyone else has done it, and I want cool stuff.) We just hung out, watching seriously bizarre sex and and anti-drug training films from the 40s through the 70s, and playing Trivial Pursuits and Celebrities. We also watched the rough shots from John's commercial, and got to see my commercial acting debut. I don't think the acting community here is in any danger from my competition. Also, note to self: Even if the camera does add ten pounds, you still really, really need to go to the gym again. Sigh.
I have some friends (cough, Newton) who probably think that sounds like a lame evening, but dammit, it was really fun. And cheap. And you can still hear when you leave, and you don't smell like smoke. And to hell with it, I know I'm old. I have no problem with that.
It can, of course, be argued that I'm not dating anyone because I tend to hang out with people I already know, most of whom are married and/or attached. I'm trying to figure out whether or not that's really a bad thing. Granted, such behavior does increase the likelihood that I will, in fact, become a scary cat lady who dies alone and unnoticed until her feline-gnawed corpse is discovered several days or weeks after the fact. I guess that's bad. But so is the bar scene (shudder), and chat-up lines, and blind dates. Six of one, half dozen of the other, I guess.
Hmm. That's cheery.
Anyway, the wacky fun times at Lotti and John's led to me getting home quite late, and then testing the "nap" function on my new clock radio this afternoon. It works.
I'm not watching the Superbowl tonight, as I don't like football and I don't even care that much about the commercials this year. I can do some of my productive-time stuff now, like cleaning up links on this site and shovelling out the squalor in my apartment. I'm working on it.
As for the writing life: I'm doing better about writing daily and pitching articles. However, I got my first rejection yesterday, fromt he folks at the Chicago Tribune Travel section. Alas. I'm going to try to rework the articles and submit them to inflight magazines, perhaps.
I have some friends (cough, Newton) who probably think that sounds like a lame evening, but dammit, it was really fun. And cheap. And you can still hear when you leave, and you don't smell like smoke. And to hell with it, I know I'm old. I have no problem with that.
It can, of course, be argued that I'm not dating anyone because I tend to hang out with people I already know, most of whom are married and/or attached. I'm trying to figure out whether or not that's really a bad thing. Granted, such behavior does increase the likelihood that I will, in fact, become a scary cat lady who dies alone and unnoticed until her feline-gnawed corpse is discovered several days or weeks after the fact. I guess that's bad. But so is the bar scene (shudder), and chat-up lines, and blind dates. Six of one, half dozen of the other, I guess.
Hmm. That's cheery.
Anyway, the wacky fun times at Lotti and John's led to me getting home quite late, and then testing the "nap" function on my new clock radio this afternoon. It works.
I'm not watching the Superbowl tonight, as I don't like football and I don't even care that much about the commercials this year. I can do some of my productive-time stuff now, like cleaning up links on this site and shovelling out the squalor in my apartment. I'm working on it.
As for the writing life: I'm doing better about writing daily and pitching articles. However, I got my first rejection yesterday, fromt he folks at the Chicago Tribune Travel section. Alas. I'm going to try to rework the articles and submit them to inflight magazines, perhaps.
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