I don't know how to do this, you guys. (I sound like Butters from South Park: "Come on, ... you guys"). I miss writing so much. I got a job, a real job ... after getting FIRED from Channel 4. I spent almost a year looking for full time work...found it: in Truckee. I clock in at 7am, so I get up at 5, leave at 6... ok, that's a lie ... I get up around 5:15 because my make-up regime is getting less and less. In April, it was foundation, concealer, powder, 3 different eye shadoes, mascara, eyebrows, blush and maybe a bronzer ... if I was feeling particularly Twilight-ish. Now, it's: lucky-if-i-take-a-shower ... tinted moisturizer (kill 2 birds with ...) mascara ... and a slash of lip gloss. I WORK IN TRUCKEE!! Land of George Michael "Wake Me Up Before You Hetero-Go-Go" beards, flip flops, the daring non-suck-and socked-away tummy of a jean wearin', bagel eatin', twenty-something blond who is so hot, you'd kick yourself for holding out for a size 2 ...!
The point is, I, like many of you, literally stare at 2 flat screen monitors(some have 3--have u noticed? One monitor is not enough these days.) for about 11 hours a day. Then, I drive another hour, thru the winding canyons, into Reno's summer CONSTRUCTION ... and on into Sparks, where my love resides...
Yes, sparking up his PC just to stare at yet ANOTHER computer screen is the last thing I'd like to do when I get home after being gone for 13 hours. Personally, I'd rather have my cervix scraped. I really don't find that all too uncomfortable.
But I miss writing. I really do.
K
