Yes, that's me you just heard. Did the earth move for you, too?
Let me tell you about today:
It is my birthday. I'm the age Eric was when we got married. I'm almost as heavy as he was the day we got married.
I had to work. It was my last day. My big story might run Sunday, but they've had something more timely come up and mine might get held for space. They asked me to work tomorrow and next week, too. I am busy. But I'll be back in the fall. Maybe. Probably.
I had to write a 10-page paper comparing Joan Didion, James Agee, and AJ Liebling (five pages) and John Hersey and William Langewiesche (five pages). This type of writing is not my favorite. In fact, it is my least favorite and it is one thing that kept me out of an English degree when I was younger. I just couldn't stand it. Yuck. But...
I JUST FINISHED THE STUPID FUCKING PAPER! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, god! Yes! Yes!! YES!!!
What a way to spend your birthday! Writing a stupid fucking paper! I didn't even get to have a birthday cake. I didn't get any presents. Why not? BECAUSE I HAD TO WRITE A STUPID FUCKING PAPER!
My party is tomorrow and you're all invited. Bring Doritos.