OK, per last post, self-abusively is not a word, but I liked it too much to use another and so I let it go and now, when I look back, I feel shame. What is that about?
I am in the office and debating next steps tonight. I need to grocery shop and install my AC unit, but errands hardly sound useful at the end of a 12-hour work day. I am staring down the barrel of a hellacious week at the office, all in prep for a vacation next week...
River rafting in Colorado! Private tour guide (friend of a friend), 3-day course, camping on the river bank, no FUCKING (pardon me) blackberry, best friend and boy toy (I kid) in tow--group of 16 total. This is the stuff that dreams are made of...
You better expect photos. Unfortunately, despite my premature commitment on this blog a few months back (come to think of it, premature commitment seems to be a general theme for me...), I haven't shelled out for the fancy camera yet, so these will just be those regular-type vacation shots. I'll let you know if I get anything good.
What else? I miss my family. I really, really miss my family. Like, forgetting who I am miss. I love NYC and my job and my life here, but damn if I don't feel afloat for the better part of my days. I need an anchor. The last one I found wasn't strong enough to tie me down. I need to remind myself how to be my own anchor. I used to do that so well.
What is happening out there? I feel out of touch. Way out of touch.
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