I've concluded that a laptop would greatly improve my productivity. I would blog more often, I might email you more frequently, perhaps my bills would be paid and my bank register kept current. Though I love all parts of my home, the basement is a fairly chilly place this time o' year, and I'm frequently competing with the kids for computer time. I'm considering standing in line at 4 a.m. on Friday, hoping to snag a cheapo, but knowing me, I won't. Perhaps I should just have a Laptop Fun Run and ask for sponsorships. I ran 10.5 miles yesterday. Wanna donate?
I've enjoyed my three days off this week. Sleeping late, hanging with friends, watering plants, surfing Match.com.
Yup. I did it. I'd been considering looking into it since I moved out, but a series of events stemming from a silly night out with Chef convinced me that bar hopping must be the worst possible way to spend my free evenings. And with the wisdom I gained from my first months on MySpace, I'm already filtering out a solid 95% of the incoming mail. I'm not seeking everlasting love there. A few nights of entertainment along with a smidge of romance would be nice. And if something real comes along, I'll enjoy that ride as well. I certainly didn't expect three months of magic when I met Wasabi Boy. I'm open to whatever comes my way.
Hasn't that been my recurring theme of late?