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March 12, 2007
Spring Forward
The first Monday after Daylight Savings is such a magical time. Sure, my computer is completely jacked, and for some reason half of the appointments in my Outlook calendar have shifted while the other half have remained steadfastly resolute in their time slots. But who cares, when it is 6:13 in the evening and there is no need to put on your headlights when driving to CVS?
With the burgeoning hours of daylight has come some introspection on my part, and I'm delighted to share some good news with my loyal reading public.
First, I have been accepted into a conference in Sweden in June on my subject of expertise. Aside from it being an awesome place to reconnect with some of my old classmates, and my first trip back to Sweden in 2 years, it also means that I get to spend the whole month of June in Europe. That's right bitches--Ms. Write Again Soon is abandoning her loveless existence here in America for some Western Europe adventures. How does one say "trollop" in French?
Second, I have decided that the glorious days of living with my family should come to a close. My rapidly approaching 30th birthday--and yes, it is still more than 12 months away, but closing in every minute--seems to whisper in my ear that it's time to stand on my own two feet. At present, it looks like I will probably choose to rent a place in DC, rather than buy a place farther out (way, way out, whispers my banking account). What does this mean for you, dear reader? Mark your calendars for this summer, and start lifting weights. I will be calling on every able bodied woman and man (beer guts are acceptable, as long as you can carry boxes back and forth from the truck) in the tri-state area to help with the moving process. Aren't you excited?**
Third...well, there is no third. I'm sure there is, but I'm just so discombobulated with the additional sunlight, and so frantic with my Big Idea workload (silly me for blowing everything off this past weekend to spend 48 straight hours with Mr. Pilot) that there's no time for thirds around here. NO TIME, I TELL YOU!!
** Note to self: figure out how to make all of my current and past "gentleman callers" help with the moving effort without recognizing that they are lifting the dresser next to another of my conquests...
