Happy birthday, msbelle!

The entire tale of Mac craftily and secretly putting together his birthday card for Super MoM is extremely adorable. Also, aren't we due sometime soon for one of your rare but lovely photo updates so we can get a look at his most recent one-billion-watt smile?

Today I am weary, so weary. For no particular reason--Matilda was a little fussy overnight, but not too badly, and I'm running my regular chronic hour-and-change sleep deficit, not great but no worse than usual. But I'm dead with the tired. Coffee doesn't even begin to touch it.

And I keep making little bitty screw-ups at work, nothing earthshattering but really not stuff I want everyone to think I'm in the habit of doing. Only some of it is attributable to the tired; some, I'm afraid, is due to it becoming increasingly clear to me that my ennui at the old job wasn't just due to stuckness but to the fact that I really don't care. I want to earn a living wage and get out of debt and walk out at the end of every day with at least a scrap of mental energy that I can use for more interesting things, but this isn't my dream job. In the 9-5 responsible grownup sense of the phrase, I'm pretty sure I have no dream jobs at all.

But, man, I need to try to keep my head out of my ass in this waking-world job.

Can you go visit her this weekend? Her three moms are all out of town.

Sparkling red rocks!!

I had silhouettes done of the babies. I should post them because they look like ALIENS.

And I bet it's killing sara but she won't correct anyone - shouldn't it be chile? At least in conjunction with green

OH! I knew I was wrong and forgot to go back and correct it. der.

Except I think the last time I had a sparkling red (shiraz?) it was too sweet for me. And I like sweet!

I don't like sweet so...maybe not? Now I'm confused!

Lisa, what I have had hasn't been overly sweet, at least for sparkling. It's worth a try at the very least.

I have never had a sparkling red wine, but I'd like to try it.

And for some reason I'm craving sangria all of a sudden.

I want to earn a living wage and get out of debt and walk out at the end of every day with at least a scrap of mental energy that I can use for more interesting things, but this isn't my dream job. In the 9-5 responsible grownup sense of the phrase, I'm pretty sure I have no dream jobs at all.

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I want to earn a living wage and get out of debt and walk out at the end of every day with at least a scrap of mental energy that I can use for more interesting things, but this isn't my dream job. In the 9-5 responsible grownup sense of the phrase, I'm pretty sure I have no dream jobs at all.

Unless the job is something like Theatrical Artistic Director/Managing Director/whathaveyou, I'm with JZ. Unfortch, the theater jobs I see posted are $20K less than what I'm making now. Cannot afford.

Okay, the second person today has called me "young lady" over the phone. WTF?

Heh, Susan. I'm completely unsurprised that we share a brain on this.

I've been watching the MSCL DVDs and just getting sad at how much time I wasted not following up on things I cared about -- I remember loving the show so much, being so amazed at its novelistic complexity and narrative richness and noting the places each member of the writing staff took the stories and characters, and I actually started working on a spec script to send to Winnie Holzman if they managed to pull off the miracle of a renewal for season 2.

And then, when it was cancelled, instead of reminding myself that it was one show, that Bedford Falls was a going concern with more shows in the works and each of the writers was moving on to new projects that would surely need new writers, I just... dropped it, and forgot about it, and frittered away the next couple of years on stupid shit (and some good shit that I also failed to follow through on, dumbass me).

My total true dream job would absolutely be "member of the writing staff of a Bedford Falls show," and when I look at my long-ago writings I don't see any reason for me not to be doing that right now, except clinical depression and self-sabotage and just a general mid-20s slackery sense that time was limitless and I could fuck around for ages before bearing down professionally. And now I'm a few months off from 40 and trying to find some way to do something more productive than kick my decade-younger self's ass.

Curse you, passage of time! And you, awareness of mortality, you bitch!

George Pelecanos(apparently) spent his twenties getting high and selling appliances.(Sometimes at the very same moment.) This is my very favorite making of a best-seller ever. By which, I mean that it's not really too late unless what you really want is a career as a youthful phenom. And look how that worked for Britney.