I do apologize for my ridiculously long absence from this diary. It has been most cruel of me to abandon it in favor of other things like life, work, and um…that’s about it. I will summarize in the third person, because I really need some distance, what I’ve been up to for the past month or so:
Girl Friday went home for the holidays and spent some much needed time with her family. Presents were exchanged and opened, and she must have not been too naughty this year! She got to see Lucky 10-Key, English Diva, and Notorious M.A.G. (They’re all doing fabulous, by the way!) Girl Friday got sick. It totally sucked. One of these years she swears she’s going to do something really cool for New Year’s Eve. Too bad her immune system requires 20-30 days off throughout the year, and always during critical celebrations. (She’s still sorry that The BF had to bake his own cake for his birthday this year!) Work has been a trying time for Girl Friday. She celebrated her one year anniversary with the University on January 17th. She will deny that she’s hit another wall or fallen into yet another trough on her road to recovery from her quarter-life crisis. Vehemently. So don’t even try it!
As for making goals, promises, or any sort of resolutions for 2007, I am also quite behind. I would have failed in the three major areas already: diet, exercise, and getting organized. Oops. So since the Gilmore Girls postponed Christmas, maybe Girl Friday can postpone New Year’s? Who’s on board? I say let’s skip the night of debauchery and the ensuing hangover. I’m great at fabricating silly little stories, so I’ll just pretend that I rang in the New Year in Iceland and brought you all with me.
On to the resolutions:
1. If I’m going to wear a silver dress for The Pink Fairy’s wedding this summer, I should probably lay off the junk food. I’m not a fan of an ascetic lifestyle, so maybe I should just try to eat fruits and vegetables first so I won’t be so hungry that I consume three rice krispy treats at lunch.
2. If life was like the Matrix I could be plugged in all the time and exercise wouldn’t seem like such a bore. I don’t think there’s any way around this one. I guess I actually have to stop using my treadmill as a clothes rack, then? Well, fine. Silver is reflective and it’s not very slimming, so I’ll get my butt moving…tomorrow.
3. My office is going to pay for two hours with an organizational expert to work with me in my cubicle (which is really not a cube, but more like triangle). I hope that with some guidance I’ll be able to apply what I learn at work to my life at home. I have been trying to go through junk mail one pile at a time, and Queen of Anagrams has been most delightful in distracting me on the phone. After all my stuff finds a home I think everything else will be a cinch. The biggest factor keeping me from my diary is that I can’t focus on anything while little messes stare me in the face.