HAPPY LEAP YEAR

Oh 0.2422 day...what are we going to do with you!

PLEASE EXCUSE OUR MESS

This life is under construction.

Expect more posts in March.

MINE, NOT MINE

A part of me thinks I should start seeing a therapist again. It's not that I feel depressed. It's just that I'm not as happy as imagine I could be. I'm not living up to my potential somehow.

Seriously.

And then I pick up Dave Eggers' What Is the What. I read about 50 pages and think to myself: Jesus Christ! Whose whiny, pampered, bourgeois, bullshit world am I wrapped up in anyway!?

JELL-O

I think someone knocked a box of pectin into the YWCA pool by accident. The water seemed more viscous than usual.

DIPOLE MOMENT

I saw my ex-husband at the grocery store today. I've not seen/spoken to him in almost four years. I noticed him first and without looking twice, I walked right through him (like vapor). My first impulse was to engage him. I know I would have been fine with that. But since I was the one who wanted a divorce, I thought I would leave the decision to converse up to him.

He said nothing.

And that's fine. We don't have to be BFFs. But I have to say it was a bit strange, for a brief moment near an island of discount candy bars, to be inches apart. And in that little space between us we could fit all the things we like to pretend never happened.

WA-CHOO!

I am playing host to a cold virus.

It is making a mouth breather out of me.