Tuesday, January 31, 2006


So, I posted a while back about how 2006 had no choice but to be better than 2005. Only a few people saw it (hi, Ajoy) before I deleted it.

And several times in the past month, I've almost posted about how 2006 has so far lived up to my expectations, and then some.

I've changed my mind. So far, 2006 - a couple of really great highlights, but overall - not so great.

So... I can either cross my fingers for 2007, or February.

I'm going to go with February because I'm working on being optimistic. We'll see what happens.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Happy Valentine's Day, Now I'm Going to Kill Myself

So I noticed online tonight that Post Secret is hosting an event for Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day is either a super-happy or super-depressing day. Not much room in the middle. No matter what side you fall on, though, do you really want to spend it reading how people want to kill themselves, kill others, were abused, hate their spouse, hate their co-workers, hate their families, hate themselves, etc.?

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Six signs you are sleep-deprived:

1. You look down at your XM radio on your way to work and see the words "Granny Coverage." You try to figure out what this could possibly mean. As they start talking about red carpets and music, you think, "Huh. Maybe it's some weird concert series." Then they say, "January's Grammy month at XM22."

2. Also on your way to work, you see a man wave at you from the street. You don't know this man. But you wave back because it's the polite thing to do. Then you see, in your rear view mirror, the bus he has been flagging down stop to pick him up.

3. You say to a fellow copywriter: "We all need a little levity." Then you keep going: "And sometimes some brevity." And then... "Or maybe just a nappity."

4. You swear your new poem is going to become the catchphrase of the century. Perhaps a #1 rap song.

5. You find yourself talking to the vending machine upstairs, telling it you are pleased with its newest offering, and that you hope it's gluten-free so you can return and purchase it.

6. You spell "chair" "chari." You spell "amazed" "imazed." And you went to the National Spelling Bee.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

that not-sleeping thing

so, generally, i think the refusal to go to bed even when i'm tired thing has to do with postponing the start of the next day, but tonight i have a new theory. i think sometimes not going to bed is more about feeling like the issues of today have not sufficiently been addressed to let the day come to an end. there's an unsettledness that won't allow you (me) to sleep.

last night, i went to bed at a fine hour, but i had horrific nightmares all night. i've finally reached an age where i realize that dreaming that i live with all of my fellow copywriters, that i get electrocuted by the light switch and am incapable of making sound, then wake up in a cold sweat to find adrenaline coursing through my body as if i've actually been electrocuted, is simply a manifestation of anxiety. and when this kind of dream repeats itself over and over and over again, and each one stars my co-workers, in spite of my exhaustion the next morning, i still know it's simply anxiety.

so tonight, my aversion to sleep means an aversion to these anxiety dreams. i'd rather sort it out awake than wake up electrocuted.

but i'd also like to maybe be on time to work tomorrow... what's a girl to do?

if you aren't listening to amos lee...

...you should be.

i burned a copy of the cd for a friend today, but then in my rush to leave for work (late, as always) i drove off with it on the top of my car. who knows where it is now. hopefully being listened to.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006


So we're in a concepting meeting at work today and I'm sitting on the couch next to my friend Jen. The entire meeting, she's bouncing her foot up and down, up and down, up and down nonstop. The couch is kind of bouncing along with it and it's driving me completely crazy. But I don't say anything because I'm generally a painfully polite person.

An hour later, she and I are talking and Jen says to me, "You were driving me crazy in that meeting. You kept fidgeting and rustling your papers and drinking your soda then putting it back on the ground then picking it back up again then you got up and left then you came back in and back with the soda and the papers..."

So I shared with her the bouncing foot annoyance. And the fact that I had to leave because I realized I had failed to give a copy change to my art director for a presentation tomorrow.

And then we hugged. Because we're girls. And girls are like that.

i can't help it - I'm a fidgeter.

I'm not sure that's a word.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Desperation leads to Carson Daly

Sometimes, no matter how exhausted I am, I just can't make myself go to bed. Even when I've run out of things to look at online and I've resorted to watching Carson Daly (who seems to have lost quite a bit of weight, btw), I still refuse to go to bed. I just sit here and yawn and rub my eyes and pay half-attention to Carson Daly because, really, who wants to watch Carson Daly? There's a reason he's on at this hour.

Okay, he's just made the same joke for the 4th time. It wasn't funny the first time. I give. Goodnight.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

No, we didn't plan it.

Today, the intern and I are wearing pretty much the same thing: striped sweaters with alternating colors of green. Forget that our greens aren't even in the same family - mine are kelly & lime, hers turquoise-y and, um, lighter turquoise-y - because that has not stopped anyone from walking by us (oh, yes, she sits right in front of me) and laughing. Repeatedly.

Do I now have to call the intern in the mornings before work to make sure we aren't dressed the same? I'm already late for work every day. I can't really add wardrobe checking with the intern into my morning routine.

And right as I typed that last period, someone walked by and said, "You guys are cute."

Cute. Whatever.