questions

Why am I so spaced out today? Why does drinking wine (which I thoroughly enjoyed on my date with my sweetie last night) make me pass out as soon as I get home? Why do I not have ANY clothes to wear in this weather? (Really. I look like a homeless person.) Why did my shoulder freeze up?

Is the answer to almost all of the above stress?

Duh.

Tonight I am going to a spa I read about. It's a lot less expensive than most places, or so it seems. I need someone to pound on my shoulder until it behaves.

Seriously.

little list #2 (of lists)

Just because...

1. the top 50 things every foodie should do
2. life's top 10 greatest inventions
3. 60 things a woman should do before she dies
4. 100 things every guy must know
5. top 5 paris hilton pet peeves

fever pitch

Things are moving faster and faster...

I have to finish the lucrative ($10 a word, and I still wonder if it's worth it) marketing writing assignment from hell (they are giving a lot of mixed signals on what they want), work on the endless special section for work that is due basically yesterday, interview five people for my next magazine piece, figure out what I'm going to say at lunch with John Simon (did I mention that?), pull together my portfolio for an interview (I never ever thought they'd really consider me) next week (and buy a suit!), transcribe the interviews of those five people I haven't interviewed yet and write the magazine piece.

Plus, I'm on call to help my very pregnant friend during her impending birth (I'll watch her two year old), going to my cousin's wedding (in Ohio) next week... and did I mention the marathon that is the Tony Awards?

I feel all hopped up. This can't be good for my health.

complaining

Such a busy time: work, two freelance assignments, work, social obligations, work.

I literally dream about work these days.

There must have been joy in at one point. There still is occasionally, but mostly I just feel annoyed at the laziness at the top, the diorganization, the last-minute everything.

And a reminder to EVERYONE: Meetings waste time. Send a memo, for crying out loud.

Thank you.

And now back to work.