adventures in blunderland

Today I left work so I could tie up some loose ends that were drawing my focus from my job. I’d rather lose Wednesday and come back 100% on Thursday, instead of operate at 50% two days in a row and feel like a jerk/failure.

Anyway, I’m getting some stuff finished, and then I have to drive 60 miles North to pick up a couch, plus discreetly dispose of my old one, and pack a bag because I will have zero time for anything on Thursday night and I leave town Friday morning.

But I’m home during the day right now, so my cat is PSYCHED.

Every day I wake up, check Tumblr, and remember that I am the only person who’s never given a fuck about Marilyn Monroe.

With adulthood comes experience; with experience comes better and more coping skills.

Thanks, adulthood!

May 31st through June 3rd is going to be the best best best ever birthday long weekend. Here’s what’s going on:

May 31: MaxFunDinner, an intimate dinner with Con presenters, MaxFun personalities and top MaxFun donors. Last year Hodgman stole food off my plate LIKE A BOSS.
Also May 31: I get to go to an art museum and see my own work in there. How lucky am I? I don’t even! I just! It’s like!

June 1-3: MaxFunCon. Doy. We all know how badass that’s going to be.

June 3: Frank has a birthday surprise for me and I think my friends are invited and he said I have to dress like a birthday princess?

June 4: actual birthday, and I’ll go to work. But honestly that’s cool, because I’m gonna have 4 solid days of literally TOO MUCH HEAVEN and a girl can only have so much fun. And work isn’t so bad, anyway.

UGH. 9 days away.

I run in a few circles, and comedy is one I’m on the fringe of. I don’t feel surprised when someone makes a joke out of a celebrity’s death, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel annoyed or even a bit disgusted. What I’m trying to say is this:

When I’m down I turn to the BeeGees to get me back to myself. The BeeGees saw me through some rough financial/emotional times, and they helped me paint my new apartment when I came out alive on the other side. They even nursed a couple of my first broken hearts. So Robin Gibb’s recent passing makes me feel loss. Why is cracking a joke an acceptable thing to do nowadays when a human being dies?

If you’re going to joke, at least give the man the courtesy of forming something more clever than “guess he isn’t ‘Stayin’ Alive’ any longer.” Because yes, I actually read that somewhere.

Avengers! I saw it! I liked it!