BLEAH. What a crazy week. Work, Maddie, work, work... Thankfully my vacationing co-worker has returned and this week won't be quite so bad (theoretically, of course). Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back; I dumped a close friend of eleven years; missed my niece's birthday party (bad Aunt Stephy, bad - but I'm going there tomorrow instead so pttthhpttpt); and am trying desperately to find someone to work for me this Sunday so Greg and I can go out of town. I was so ass-backwards-out-of-it-exhausted-and-nuts this week that I don't even remember whether I picked up the shift before we planned our excursion, or vice versa. Last time I saw Tracey, I didn't even know what month it was. HECK, I'M DOIN' GREAT, Y'ALL. *And* the Republican National Convention is this week, just in time to yank me writhing and delirious from my cute-French-diver-in-Speedos reverie and thrust me headfirst into full on fisted raging.
Relationships. This week has been all about relationships. Well, and me. Relationships (including friendships) with me, and what I want out of them. Please excuse me if I've been a bit of a head case these last few weeks. I've merely been trying not to bore everyone with gory details of my personal life, but then I remembered something a wise old owl told me once, and that was that I had a duty to share my story with other people, enabling them to laugh at it. Oh, and then some crap about the human experience, learning vicariously and all that bullshit, too. So then today I get this email from my best friend, telling me to go check up on Dooce, because she's just checked herself into a psych ward for depression. So I read the post, and yes, she's locked up, and I think to myself, "Why am I being all conservative about what I'm saying on my site? Why do I care so damn much what other people think?"
So thank you, Dooce, for waking me up (and hope you're doing better, by the way), and let's all hope that this last lapse in open communication in what is supposed to be my little venting post is truly the last lapse (say that one ten times fast), and if any of you are bored, well, too bad. As much as I do care about the content of my site and whether or not anyone else is entertained, amused, provoked, inspired, etc., let's not forget that the primary purpose is to afford myself a bit of sanity, as well as to document my living breathing insanity for the whole wide world (web) to dissect.
So there's my crunchy little head for ya. Stays crunchy in milk. Have it for breakfast (wouldn't recommend pouring Guinness on it, though - not so crunchy).
Also, a personal note to a personal someone who doesn't get nearly enough credit from me these days: Hi (I'm smiling three inches from your nose right now). Thank you. You kick my ass, and I certainly hope I'm still kicking yours.