Being and Nothing(ness)

It’s a holiday. It’s a Monday holiday. And I am conceivably working on both a freelance project and work for work that absolutely needs to be done by tomorrow. It’s 3:36. I need to turn off VH1’s “Most Cheesetastic TV Stars” (#12 Bob Ross: "Public television should never be overstimulating or in your face..."), but you can imagine how hard that must be. So instead of offering you my usual array of fascinating articles or web links or fortunes, I use you, my blog reader, as my own distraction.

I. Don’t. Want. To. Do. My. Work.

There. So much better. Yet, not that much time has elapsed. Crap. Back later, I’m sure. (Maybe I will bring with my some fascinating distraction for you. We can all hope.)

I offer an apology for lapsing into the blog world’s worst: babbling about nothing. (I know you’ll forgive me just this once, yes?)

Oh, here's a fun one: Saturday night, a 22-year-old Brooklyn Kid, complete with hood cap and oversized jacket, told me I looked like his first-grade teacher. At 4 a.m., I thought that was a rockin compliment. It was the nerd-chic glasses, he said. I replied, "Well, first-grade teacher? I'll take that! That could be a great thing!" (Not even I know what I meant, but Brooklyn Kid laughed, and I felt all too pleased.