Between you and me, I’m feeling pretty rotten. Stress, fatigue, and self-doubt are throwing a party and Girl Friday is the guest of honor. I hate it when I write posts that are totally emo, but I guess none of us can be perfect. The following is a litany of information you might have inferred and/or never wanted to know.
I eat too much junk food. I don’t sleep enough. I only do three loads of laundry when there are at least six to do. I can’t seem to shut my mouth. I forget important things like birthdays, all the way down to insignificant things like butcher paper and getting my oil changed. I would rather watch six hours of TV than many other things. I scream and cry and then wonder why I feel so miserable. I dispense advice for free, even though I don’t know anything at all. I shouldn’t be trusted.
I’ve been taking writing classes for over a year, and I just barely managed to turn in four and a half pages. I never remember to take in my dry cleaning. Many times I don’t read labels and throw my things in the washing machine. Sometimes my clothes shrink, but I never learn my lesson. I used to pair my socks and neatly arrange my underwear. Now, my desk is a mess, so is my car, and I’m just happy when I have clean underwear. I wear flip-flops in every season.
My favorite words have four letters, but I am addicted to the thesaurus. I play the piano (poorly), I used to be able to do a triple pirouette, and I thought I’d go to law school. My mother said I was good at arguing. I’m good at a lot of things—applying eyeliner, boiling pasta, and making mixed CDs—but that doesn’t mean I want to be a makeup artist, chef, or DJ. I want to be a writer, but I have a lot less confidence in that than my other skills.
I wake up early to goof off, and I’m never on time for work. I consume too many caffeinated drinks, and I always forget to drink enough water.
That’s me, Girl Friday, in a nutshell. I hope that’s cool with you.