
I’m still grumpy, I’m still anxious, and nobody wants to hear all that.

I’m still grumpy, I’m still anxious, and nobody wants to hear all that.

Last year, my birthday went by in such a 38-weeks-pregnant haze that for the entire year, I thought I was still 40 years old. This year, in a half-effort to pay more attention to myself, I’m acknowledging my birthday 1. in advance, which I rarely do and 2. buying myself stuff, which: always.

That was actually Jay-Z’s original hook until Kanye stormed the recording session and all hell broke loose. After recovering his train of thought and having Kanye forcibly removed from the building, the lyrics were re-written to more specifically assert Hova’s misogyny royale and world domination of Battleship.

Now: nervousness. I have way more money going out than coming in. I had no idea taxes were coming out of my severance, removing a good chunk from what I thought the bank deposit was going to be. Did I mention I bought stuff?

I’m really liking this all communication devices in the public arena idea. Did I think of that myself?

The kids and I would all get jobs in this hotel and start living here forever.