I’ve been in Austin for a little over two days now, feeling much less overwhelmed than I was during last year’s SXSW stint. This has been the trip of early arrivals. I got to Austin 45 minutes early, but I was even early to Midway, leaving me two and half hours to wander – which for me, means a trip to the airport bookstore, McDonald’s fries and a coke (a strange, almost OCD thing that I must do when I go to Midway), and finding someone to text so that I am not sitting in a chair having a staring… I’m not done yet.
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If I hadn’t been up for what seems like a million hours, I’d be outwardly jumping for joy that (although I am working tomorrow) I am leaving for Texas! Originally I was going down there to run the Austin Half; since that dream has been effectively crushed I’m just going to spend time with friends. This means there will be a lot of alcohol consumption and hopefully much more sleep than I’ve been getting. I’m kind of packed; still have to get the girlie things together but I’ll wait until tomorrow morning to do so. I’m sure I’ll be panicking… I’m not done yet.
So, it’s Valentine’s Day. Every year, I’m always surprised at the reaction this day elicits from people. And every year, I’m always like, “Whaaaaat? just happened there…” And every year, I tell myself that it’s just Valentine’s Day and that’s how people get, and la la la. I don’t claim to be a relationship (or non-relationship) expert, but in my humble opinion, Valentine’s Day is the reason people die prematurely. Don’t understand what I mean? Think I’m being a little overdramatic? If you’re single – both men and women, but women seem to take this day harder – this day… I’m not done yet.
That is the postcard I’m going to send to my nephew’s class, because they’re learning about the post office. It has to be postmarked before Thursday, so if I don’t get off my ass today and do it, I have to do it tomorrow. I generally enjoy writing letters; it makes me sad that the post office is becoming an extinct institution. I might have written that on my postcard, except I don’t believe that’s a fact little kids would enjoy or understand. Instead, we had to write a fact about the city we live in. Of course,… I’m not done yet.
On my way home after a long day at work. I actually left work 45 minutes ago, but I debated wandering through the city tonight. The sensible part of me said to get on the El instead. So here I am, coughing up a lung, and waiting. This is possibly the most boring post I have ever written (if you debate that, let me know… Maybe it’ll liven this post up). I’m just so exhausted. Maybe it’s the caffeine withdrawal. I’m 6 days in with no coffee. That’s what I do to keep my life exciting – I take things… I’m not done yet.