Did you notice how I’m one of those people who, after finishing that NaBloPoMo thing, drops into blogging retirement? It’s not that I meant to retire, it’s just that I didn’t have to write a post every day. Also I didn’t have any more questions to answer, and that question thing spoiled me a little bit, I think. Also also, I didn’t really have much to write about. I mean, I’m not actually at work all the time, but I feel like I’m at work all the time, and oh, the things that happen at work! The stories I could tell! But I can’t tell you any of those stories! Sorry! I’ll just laugh about them to myself.
Anyway, I just wanted to drop by and point out the fact that I am not dead. Winter has come to Michigan, and you know, winter is a jerk. People who are all “Oooh! I LOOOOOVE snow!” don’t have to drive in it, I bet. And I also bet that their commute times don’t double just because they get hit with the Awesomeness Duo also known as snow and freezing rain. And they probably don’t have to work all day and then go outside in 9-degree weather and clean off their cars and then drive forever and ever when all they want to do is be home so they can eat some damn food already. This is my theory on people who love snow. Either that, or they’re just insane. One or the other.
Except for my dog. My dog loves snow and she is adorable.
Adorability goes a long way.
In other news, I guess I have a date tomorrow. Sort of. I mean, yeah. It’s… I’m going to meet a dude and there will be dinner and talking involved. My friend’s wife is friends with this guy and last week, she had the brilliant idea that OH MY GOD HE AND I SHOULD DATE. As far as I can tell, it’s because we’re both hilarious. (Did you know? I’M HILARIOUS.) And so tomorrow I’m going out with my friend, my friend’s wife, and aforementioned hilarious dude. I think it’s nice that my friends will be there because blind dates are like Hell, basically, and they can probably help facilitate conversation so it’s not an entire evening of “So yeah, how about those breadsticks?” and “I sure do enjoy carbs.” So pretty much I just have to brush my hair and show up and try not to be… what I’m like when things are awkward, which is:
a. taciturn, or
b. the complete opposite: overly talkative about things that are painfully nerdy and/or insanely embarrassing to the point of being irritating, so irritating that I can tell I’m being irritating but I CAN’T SHUT UP I’M SO SORRY.
And also maybe I’ll try not to wave my hands around a lot so I don’t wind up accidentally hitting anyone in the face. What? It happens sometimes.
It’s going to be great.
In case anybody wonders why I’m still single, I think I may have covered a few of the highlights in the above paragraphs.
I have about 24 hours to figure out what I’m going to wear, and also to hope that my hair would stop with whatever it’s been doing lately over there on the right, because it is… very odd. I think it’s mad about winter, too.
And that is all. Hope you’re well.