Sleepless In Just-South-Of-Seattle

Oh, Internet. I can’t sleep. Not with CLH rhythmically kicking me in the shin with his icy toes like that. I’m going to ask him tomorrow morning if he beat Lance Armstrong on the uphill because he’s CLEARLY trying to out-pedal SOMETHING right now.

Things I am thinking about instead of sleeping:

1. I need to rent this house out. NEED TO. This whole living in limbo thing is getting REALLY OLD really fast.
2. I finally caved in and joined (wincing) Facebook. If, in ten years, economists are wondering about the precipitous drop in American productivity right around this time period, I think they’ll know who to blame. EVERYONE has welcomed me into the fold with a variation on this sentence: “Welcome to the greatest time suck ever known to man”. I’ve already found half my grammar school class (not hard since there were a whopping 25 of us in the graduating class)… and it’s odd to see my childhood playmates… with boobs. And bald spots. I know I’m not a) delivering a social commentary that hasn’t already been delivered about this cultural phenomenon or b) saying anything profound or unique, but, seriously. Boobs and bald spots. On my childhood friends.
3. I am really tickled by how many FAKE FUCKING EMAILS I am receiving from scam artists about this house rental. Just wait till I show you the latest round. I could have a full time job just responding to them.
4. On some days (like today) I feel like throwing out all my possessions out and starting over. I’ve already begun the process of photographing and listing all the stuff I think will sell on Craigslist before we move so that we don’t have to move with it. I cannot WAIT to be rid of it all. Something about austere living has really got me in its clutches right now. Of course, I know that as soon as the weather gets better and the garage sales start happening in my neighborhood, I’m going to want to make the inside of my house look like a Bennigan’s turned up to 11… so I’m holding on to this feeling of wanting renewal while it lasts.