tah-dah

well kiddos, i'm back. driven back by boredom- make that extreme boredom- with the internet. that and a guilt-inducing comment made by MAH that i never update my blog. don't know why it induced guilt, actually, but it did, and so i'm here. blogging. but i refuse to capitalize, so there. i'm too tired to capitalize.

last night was my and J's third annual holiday party, and while it went off with nary a hitch, and was a truly delightful evening, it left me plumb tuckered (to steal a descriptive phrase from Hee Haw- damn, tricked into capitalizing by a seventies hillbilly variety show!). i think my tiredness (is that a word? too tired to check...) may be due to the fact that i spent the last week in feverish prepartion for said delightful holiday soiree, including ( i do not know why, so don't even bother to ask) baking over 300 cookies from scratch. right now, of course, all i want to do is lay in a soft clean bed and stuff my face with the (many) leftover cookies and wine currently sitting on my dining room sidebar. i do NOT want to be sitting at work doing absolutely nothing even remotely useful, as i desperately surf the net for new and interesting celebrity gossip/snarky comments and count the seconds until i get to go home to my couch, my tv and the formerly coveted leftovers. as a bonus feature of this tedious, tired-out day, my allergies are acting up and i have already sneezed myself into the double digits. joy. nothing a fistful of lemon bars, a nice glass of shiraz, and a tivo'ed 70's Christmas special can't fix.

the only thing that is not good about having an easy and totally laid back job is that it does often lead to mind-numbingly dull days, especially when the job is at a university and all of the students have left campus for a month but i still have to show up and look busy for eight hours a day. well, it could be much much worse- i could still be shilling tickets to tense, spoiled tourists, riled up to a state of perfectly stunning unpleasantness by the pressure of the holiday season. very glad i'm not doing that. very very. and the boring job provides insurance and paid vacation- double bonus.

so after that whiny little diatribe, is anyone really glad that i started blogging again? maybe i will just turn this into a bitching post, a way to vent my frustrations and practice my typing. god knows i have been meaning to write more, and this is writing- kinda- though hardly deep, pulitzer worthy stuff. a bitching post- i like that. maybe i'll even implement a name change for the page. dead parents is just such a downer way to introduce yourself. i think it's funny, but i have a feeling that most people just find it unsettling.

well now i'm just rambling. and no one will read this anyway. so i should probably stop talking to myself online and go now.