Monday, May 03, 2004
This morning, I woke up with a mild hangover. Then I ate M&Ms for breakfast. Not a good start to the week.
At the beginning of this year, I made a wish that it would be uneventful, as last year was fraught with events both good and bad. You know that "be careful what you wish for" cliché? Totally biting me in the ass right now. My year so far has been completely uneventful, and it's making me crazy.
My love life is nonexistent and has been for longer than I care to admit, my job is looking increasingly dead-end-ish while slowly sending me to the brink of insanity, and my apartment is...well, fine, but after spending all day Saturday at a dog festival, I just really want a house so I can get a puppy.
The obvious solution here is to move out of Birmingham, which I've actually been thinking about for some time. But where to go? Being in the magazine industry, New York would be the obvious choice, but it's negated by the fact that I just bought a new car and don't want to leave it. That counts London out as well. (And Paris, for that matter, not that it was ever a viable option.) The problem is, I have no reason to move anywhere else, other than a semi-concrete desire to no longer live in Birmingham. With my friends spread out all over the country, I can't justify moving somewhere to be with friends, because doing so would force me to choose one or two over the others. I suppose the only rational thing to do is start applying for jobs and see what happens.
The one bright spot on the horizon: Today, I received tickets for myself, Chase and Bri to attend The Price Is Right next month. Perhaps a rousing game of Plinko is all I need to snap myself out of the blues.
At the beginning of this year, I made a wish that it would be uneventful, as last year was fraught with events both good and bad. You know that "be careful what you wish for" cliché? Totally biting me in the ass right now. My year so far has been completely uneventful, and it's making me crazy.
My love life is nonexistent and has been for longer than I care to admit, my job is looking increasingly dead-end-ish while slowly sending me to the brink of insanity, and my apartment is...well, fine, but after spending all day Saturday at a dog festival, I just really want a house so I can get a puppy.
The obvious solution here is to move out of Birmingham, which I've actually been thinking about for some time. But where to go? Being in the magazine industry, New York would be the obvious choice, but it's negated by the fact that I just bought a new car and don't want to leave it. That counts London out as well. (And Paris, for that matter, not that it was ever a viable option.) The problem is, I have no reason to move anywhere else, other than a semi-concrete desire to no longer live in Birmingham. With my friends spread out all over the country, I can't justify moving somewhere to be with friends, because doing so would force me to choose one or two over the others. I suppose the only rational thing to do is start applying for jobs and see what happens.
The one bright spot on the horizon: Today, I received tickets for myself, Chase and Bri to attend The Price Is Right next month. Perhaps a rousing game of Plinko is all I need to snap myself out of the blues.
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