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For Lack of a Better Title…Happy New Year!

To dream that you are late, denotes your fear of change and your ambivalence about seizing an opportunity. You may feel unready, unworthy, or unsupported in your current circumstances. Additionally, you may be overwhelmed or conflicted with decisions about your future. You feel time is running out and that you do not have time to accomplish all the things you want.

Apparently that’s what’s going on with me. I dreamt that I was ridiculously late for work, but I was doing nothing to rectify the situation. I was watching television. I was going out to dinner. I kept saying to my companions, “I really have to call work.” But I didn’t. I received a text message from a coworker telling me I was a horrible person. Something to contemplate as 2009 rolls in (while I’m at work).

Today was momentous. I went to the post office and submitted my passport application!! I think I’ll be able to survive without the $101.05 it cost. We’ll see. My rent check for January might bounce, but I don’t care. In approximately 1 month I will have a passport. AHHHHH!

I promised my Bulgarian neighbor (who I met this week when I locked myself out of my apartment and went knocking on doors looking for the superintendent) that I would get my passport, but he wasn’t around this afternoon for me to tell him the good news. He made me instant coffee and claimed to have met the Dalai Lama and Salvador Dali. He’s pretty much my new best friend.

After work I’m thinking about heading back to my neighborhood to this bar that has a 24-hour license. Which is obviously a terrible idea, but I’m feeling celebratory! We’re alive. It’s a new year! Venus is shining brightly under the crescent moon.  As if I need excuses to be an irresponsible drunk chick…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday Musings

If you have a passport and have experienced jet lag, please apply for this: http://newyork.craigslist.org/jsy/etc/868462315.html

It’s a sleep study in which you get paid to fly to Paris.  All you have to do is spend one night in a New York sleep study clinic, then you fly to Paris, spend time in their sleep study clinic, and fly back. 

At some point in my life I’ll probably participate in a medical research study.  I applied for one a couple weeks ago that involved an MRI and a PET scan, but when they called to interview me it just didn’t work out.  Long story involving pesky intimate details. 

In other news, I’m concerned about Tom Brokaw moderating tomorrow night’s debate.  I find his voice distracting.  And as long as we’re on the topic, Charles Gibson is of concern, too.  I cannot take him seriously.  Thoughts, anyone?

Talkin bout my generation.

Talkin bout my generation.

Nothing wrong with George Stephanopoulos

Nothing wrong with George Stephanopoulos