I am in a bit of a birthday-induced funk. I'm 36 today, which is officially closer to 40 than 30, which I wouldn't care about so much if I hadn't always thought I might have a baby someday. I know I've mostly given up on that dream but it stings still sometimes. Also, ND left this morning for two weeks and my friends are all working. I do have evening plans with two girlfriends, which will be nice, and LA has gifted me with a drop-dead gorgeous sunny 80 degree day. I'm trying to focus on that. It's weird--getting older has never bothered me, but I'm just not excited about today.
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Please no brackets. Distract me with happy, shiny things.
Stuff I want to say, but won't:
Dear Proprietrix of the venue where we intend to do a singles event tomorrow night,
You asked for women. I brought you women. Now, complaining that there are not enough men is not helpful. You set an attendance goal, I met my half. I have said, roughly 8 times, that I am happy working with any size crowd. Please stop asking me if I want to pull the plug. It is your shop.
What this sounds like to me is that you expect to be disappointed and you would like it to be my fault. That's okay, but I'm not playing.
You decide. Period.
Affection, if not love,
me
Distracting things - cats playing in snow - [link] and cat vacuuming - [link]
Distracting thing: cute piggy: [link]
Ha! I thought 'cat vacuuming' was going to be a cat operating a vacuum.
Does anyone have advice for moving across country? Especially trying to find a place to live before moving.
