Bonus points if you can guess what’s going on. I found out today that in two months, I get to do something for the third time in the last two years. This all seems quite sudden when I haven’t written for so long, but it was bound to happen. The signs were there: I finally got a gate key that works; I recently paid off one of my big credit card debts; and the clincher—my Gap jeans are starting to…
The same weekend the time changed, my alarm clock broke. I had one of those Baby Ben wind-up clocks, the second or third in my entire life, the only kind I’ve ever really had. H.E. has always given me a hard time about Baby Ben, saying I must be crazy to wind that clunky little thing up every night before I go to bed, only to wake up to an unforgivingly harsh, clangy loud alarm that pulls me out of…
Last week a co-worker introduced me to Jennifer Lopez. He explained that she had worked for our company before and had decided to come back and help us out a little. Elated, I told her I was honored to meet her. Then I asked her about the time she used to work for the company. Did she ever get a chance to meet John Kennedy, and did she ever work closely with Bruce Lee? I don’t remember if I ever…
That night didn’t start off great. One thing after another kept going wrong in our drive there, like good little citizens of Murphy’s Law, until H.E.’s usually good nature turned absolutely pre-menstrual—never mind that I was the one menstruating and nuturing a migraine at the time. Considering my potentially emotional state, I could have fed off of H.E.’s bad mood and launched us into a royally disastrous fight, but I made it very clear that only one of us at…
I spent St. Patrick’s evening at a poetry reading. The last time I’d been to one I was still in college, where—for a grade—I’d been forced to go to such events and keep a poetry journal of my own. I say “forced” because every other poetry reading I’ve ever been to was maddeningly dull. The readers take themselves really seriously, and they let their voices, the perfect cure for insomnia, drone on and on until I’m a blank stare with…