Monday, March 06, 2006
Thinking
Yes, that's what I've been doing. Thinking. Hard.
And then, sometimes I have not been thinking.
Let me clarify.
At some point in the past, I think the week before last, I went to Atlanta. Then I came back from Atlanta and immediately embarked on the longest, crappiest work-a-thon ever. It was called Mardi Gras in Mobile, and I lost a great deal of faith in humanity after watching a girl pour marinara sauce over herself and parmesan and red pepper on the floor of the restaurant where I work. During this period, it was really best not to think too much, just drink three Rockstar energy drinks and go about my business like an automaton.
Then, I started thinking. I started thinking about my novel that has been sitting dormant for I don't want to say how long. About all of those big plans I have for writing projects that have been on a back burner. And about the fact that I work six days and five nights a week. And that I only have three pairs of shoes, clearly an inadequite number.
The answer? I turned in my resignation as massage therapist at a chiropractic office where I have been practicing for three years. I applied at a really nice restaurant for night shifts, and probably came across as crazy because of all the follow-up I've done.
Last night, I started thinking about writing a romance novel, just for the hell of it. I would set it in the circus. The only thing is, I would have to put something romantic on, like, every page, and I don't know if I have that much stored-up romance. I would have to get really creative. High-wire sex scene? Maybe.
Basically, I am doing some life restructuring, which has sapped every bit of mental energy I ever had.
On an upnote, I have a birthday coming up. One of my new year's resolutions was not to talk about my birthday so much, because I usually start handing out shopping lists a month beforehand and call my family the night before, just to make sure they won't forget. I tried to restrain myself, but it hasn't worked out so well. All I want for my birthday are
1)shoes
and 2) Gorilla Racks.
Behold the unmitigated beauty of the Gorilla Rack. It's storage powers are absolute and unwavering, and I sure do love adjectives.
And then, sometimes I have not been thinking.
Let me clarify.
At some point in the past, I think the week before last, I went to Atlanta. Then I came back from Atlanta and immediately embarked on the longest, crappiest work-a-thon ever. It was called Mardi Gras in Mobile, and I lost a great deal of faith in humanity after watching a girl pour marinara sauce over herself and parmesan and red pepper on the floor of the restaurant where I work. During this period, it was really best not to think too much, just drink three Rockstar energy drinks and go about my business like an automaton.
Then, I started thinking. I started thinking about my novel that has been sitting dormant for I don't want to say how long. About all of those big plans I have for writing projects that have been on a back burner. And about the fact that I work six days and five nights a week. And that I only have three pairs of shoes, clearly an inadequite number.
The answer? I turned in my resignation as massage therapist at a chiropractic office where I have been practicing for three years. I applied at a really nice restaurant for night shifts, and probably came across as crazy because of all the follow-up I've done.
Last night, I started thinking about writing a romance novel, just for the hell of it. I would set it in the circus. The only thing is, I would have to put something romantic on, like, every page, and I don't know if I have that much stored-up romance. I would have to get really creative. High-wire sex scene? Maybe.
Basically, I am doing some life restructuring, which has sapped every bit of mental energy I ever had.
On an upnote, I have a birthday coming up. One of my new year's resolutions was not to talk about my birthday so much, because I usually start handing out shopping lists a month beforehand and call my family the night before, just to make sure they won't forget. I tried to restrain myself, but it hasn't worked out so well. All I want for my birthday are
1)shoes
and 2) Gorilla Racks.
Behold the unmitigated beauty of the Gorilla Rack. It's storage powers are absolute and unwavering, and I sure do love adjectives.
