I Swear

I haven't abandoned ship yet.

I'm just.... how to put it lightly? Boring! I mean we've been over this time and time again...I have S.A.D. It's in full force lately. The temperatures have been inhumane here in lovely Boston and I haven't really wanted to do much of anything. So I haven't.

I do try to force myself to do stuff. I went to hot yoga last week with my brother's fiance. I can't say no when she asks, which is good. It forces me to get out and do something, but let me tell you... those toxins were being releases from me days after. I had a headache for two days following and I was sore in places I didn't know possible. It served me right for taking two seasons off!

Sunday I watched the complete 4th season of Lost. I know! Impressive right? Now I'm all set for tomorrow.

In a bit we (at work) get to go watch the inauguration. I'm excited. It's history that I get to be a part of. I have don't have the high hopes that some have. I'm more of a wait and see kinda girl, but any change is positive change.

Other than that, it's January. I've never been a huge fan of January and we have gotten more snow in the past month than I can remember. I can't really take much more, but I'm doing the best I can. At least I finally invested in some killer snow boots. Y'think after most of my life in this city I would have already, but I was trapped in stubborn denial.

Today is also two of my best friends 30th birthdays. It is also the day of their grandmother's wake. I feel terrible. I'm leaving early to go to the wake this evening.

They are the first in a string of 30th birthdays to come. I still haven't done anything amazing for my 30th year, not that I really planned to or want to, but doesn't it seem like I should? I've done nothing else leading up to my 30's. Oh well... we'll see.. it's not off the table.

I am planning to drive cross country in the summer. I guess I can make that in honor of my leaving my 20's behind. Maybe I won't come back. I'll just sell it all and stay at the Grand Canyon and open a kitschy tourist trap. I could wear cargo shorts and wife beater tank tops and a safari hat all the time and get tanned leathery skin and bleached blond hair and have a constant aura of dessert dry dust surrounding me.

Hmmmm... Sounds like me doesn't it?