I still don’t have MS Office loaded on my PC. It’s one of the casualties to the great reload of Aught Six, along with a bunch of fonts and probably something else really important like my Sims based on several Wagnerian opera characters. Siegfried and Torvald always liked the butt sex, you know. Or so I would imagine.
I have mentioned this before, but living in a northern clime during these dark months is pretty devastating to one’s optimism. Seasonal Affective Disorder sounds like such a hippy dippy thing, but I think it’s real and also I think I am Affected. And you’d think that I would just sleep more, since it’s dark all the time, but really, now that there’s a Starbucks near my workplace, I end up hitting it at the tail end of my lunch hour (which is always late because I usually don’t get to leave my desk until after 2 pm) so I’ve got a venti cup of some kind of caffeine carbonating my neurons for about eight hours. Which means, hi, midnight? Wide goddamn awake.
This upcoming trip to NYC is helping a great deal, oddly enough, even though it’s more travel stress, because oh my god, the hotel rooms in New York are crazy! To stay in a hotel of the class I’m accustomed during my solo travels, it’s something like a gazillion dollars a night. And half of me wants to just pony up a couple of grand and hide in the Waldorf Towers all weekend and the other half of me wants to be frugal and sleep under a park bench so that I can go crazy on Fifth Avenue. I’ll figure something out. And a great deal of this mood buffer is due to the fact that the lit journal editor wrote a very sweet e-mail telling me that he was excited that I was actually coming and that he’s putting my bio on the event’s advertising. Which sort of makes me laugh because bios are just silly and really, does anyone read them? I always feel like an asshole writing them, because a) writing about yourself in third person automatically is sort of assy and b) I never know what to say in them so usually end up saying something silly to deflate the entire process and then when I reread it later, I think I come off as though I’m making light of the thing and that instead of being assy, I sound very much like I have a case of full blown ass. The bio for the last reading, I said something about liking toast with peanut butter and bananas (which is actually very accurate and says more about me than the fact that I have a cat). In this one, I said that I had a cat and then I made fun of the word “blogosphere”.
What a fucking ass.
