Last week I was complaining to Karsten about being bored with my work wardrobe. Not only bored, but I can’t help noticing that there are interns at my company that are wearing more stylish and interesting work clothes than what
Chicago songwriters on the loose in Nashville!
I had such a blast Tuesday night. Some songwriting friends from Chicago were in town, and we went to see a round at Caffeine that included Marc Alan Barnette, who always puts on a lively show with songs like “There’s
In case you didn’t believe that Al Gore loves trees…
This is right by my boss’ boss house, where Karsten and I house-sit and dog-sit and occasionally kid-sit (we’ll be doing that again next week). We’d noticed the tree in the road and wondered what was up with it, but
I don’t do resolutions…
but here are some things I’d like to accomplish this year. Run a half-marathon, at least. I had hopes of running the Country Music Marathon in April, but between the weather and my wicked work schedule, I lost a lot
30th birthday mix CD
For fun, I’m putting together a 30th birthday mix CD. It includes some fun songs, some reflective songs — all stuff I think will be good just to listen to on Tuesday and ponder. For example, I’ve got: Happy Birthday
Coming out to my cat
I just woke up from a dream in which I was coming out to my cat, Blackberry. Halfway through telling Blackberry I’m bi (“so that means I sleep with both men and women” — I dream of not-very-good definitions of
Sick.
Started yesterday with a sore throat, culminated in a stuffed-up head last night, now completely miserable. Took Nyquil before bed, Dayquil when I woke up and just now again. Still feeling awful. Bleah. But we had guests over last night,
Paid for by hard work
My coworker K is having major remodeling done to his house. I’m trying to pay down my debts. We’re both contractors working on a project with unrealistic deadlines, and we have been given the freedom to bill as many hours
Love Actually
Went to an advanced screening of Love Actually last night and I really enjoyed it — it was just what I needed, I think. I love Richard Curtis as a writer, but I’m not sure I love him as a
Change of plans
Karsten and I huddled and decided to skip the bar and the street party. We’re going to have a private pizza-and-movie party instead, possibly with alcoholic beverages purchased for far less money than would be required in a bar. After