Thirty-one has retagged me. This could go back and forth for awhile.
1. I didn't want to spend $20 to get my eyebrows waxed at the Aveda salon so I went to a salon right by my house where the haircut was $40 and the brows were $15. They used Loreal products. I have the worst haircut of my life. Also, the Aveda salon doesn't ask for tips. I ended up paying near-by salon $65. And now my hair hurts.
2. Being on this side of a job search also hurts. So many well-qualified people. So only one job.
3. I wonder where my book is. At the Conference of Potentially True Facts, everyone thought I already had a book. Not so much.
4. I'm obsessed with micropreemie (babies born before 28 weeks--usually around 1. 5 lbs) blogs. I call is "research."
5. I check my email about once every ten seconds. I get about 7 emails a day. This is not efficient use of my time nor a good way to answer any questions of longing.
6. It's my birthday on Wednesday.
7. I will be 23.
4 comments:
Wow, 23? So precocious.
Where is your book? Where is my book? Where are all the books?
I'll be 30 next month. :)
I know. I'm advanced. And wrinkle-free. And lame.
Where ARE all the books? Where is YOUR book.
30 is too believable for you. You have to give people a hint you're writing "creative nonfiction" and tell them you're 17.
I am an obsessive e-mail checker myself, and when there is nothing--not even anything business-y, not even spam--I feel unloved and alone in the universe.
I will try to remember to wish you happy birthday tomorrow, but if I forget, happy birthday in advance.
Hey, happy birthday! I don't think you're lame. And I think your book is hanging out with my book and it's rude of them to stay out so late without even calling to let us know when they'll be back.
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