Whaaat? Megan posting on her blog? Crazy, right? I have no explanation for my sudden presence, but here it is. Your enthusiastic gratitude isn't only noted; it's noted graciously.
So what am I doing right now? Well, I'm lamenting the impending death of my vacation. I'm grateful for my job—I like it, and I adore who I work with—but I sure do dig me a long break. But tomorrow: back to the drug-pushing grind.
I'm listening to Iron Chef America on Hulu. Did you know that I love food TV? It's true. I love pretty much everything about Chopped, Iron Chef, MasterChef, Cupcake Wars, and the like. I'll admit though that I'm always disappointed when the Iron Chef secret ingredient isn't something that lends itself to a dessert. Or two.
I just finished filling my online grocery shopping cart. I'll pick up the food tomorrow. I pull up to the grocery store, push a button, and my sweet personal shopper wheels my purchases out to the car. If you don't think that's downright incredible, you're an idiot, a full-blown dunce.
I'm thinking now might be the time to get off my butt, wash my face, brush my teeth, and go gobble one of my beloved prescription sleeping pills. But Megan, those things are addicting! Oh, thanks for your concern. But I don't care. If it happens that I'm addicted, I truly don't give a damn. I've decided that addictions are a-okay so long as your body systems are functioning properly and the addiction isn't getting in the way of day-to-day responsibilities. But I also think that Swedish Fish are a perfectly acceptable dinner, animals have thoughts, Wikipedia is an infallible source of facts, and crème brûlée is as appetizing as torched snot.
In other news:
I'm divorced. My annivorcery is December 3rd. Surprised? Yeah, I was too. I mean, not at the tail end, but when events came to pass that spelled the eventual demise, I sure did raise the ol' eyebrows. (Mastress of Understatement here.) That could have something to do with my recent online absence. It could be that I'm still doing a lot of avoiding when it comes to The Online. Does it look lazy? Does it look rude? Oh, I give not one damn. Certain life events can really drive a person to manage her expectations of herself.
And because you're super polite I'll loop you in on what you're dying to know—I'm doing well. The last half of 2012 was an effing disaster, but I have a mind-blowing support system, and these days I'm feeling pretty darn good. And here's something that might be influential on that front:
In a week I'm heading to Cambridge, Mass, to graduate with my Masters degree in Words. Excited? Doi. Proud? Certainly. Ready to be done with it all? Not really, no. I've been having a blast, and I don't want it to end.
Over and out, team. For who the hell knows how long . . .