Underwater
my head is in a fishtank.
it's allergies, not fish. but listening to this new music i've downloaded off songfight, the balance in my head is off. actually, all my balance is off. i feel off kilter.
but there's more good news than bad news. i got a keyboard tray off craigslist for $20, and now my keyboard and mouse are at an appropriate height. hopefully this will help my wrists. the article i'm writing is coming along nicely. i saw Hellboy last night and it didn't suck! i actually liked it. but all this is just good news appetizer.
i just opened the second to last "i'm gone for two weeks" letter from madhavi and it fucking rocks. she fucking rocks. ha ha ha. i am luckier than you. AND, do the math with me here folks, if there's one letter left that means... right! she's coming home on monday, at which point i will leave work early and race to her place so we can be all giddy and swoony for a few hours before i take her to meet my bubbe and the rest of my family for seder.
gosh. i really want to scan this latest letter so you can see just how amazingly cute she is. hmmm... but then i also want to keep her all to myself. yep. get your own goddess.
wait. this isn't what i meant to write about.
sorry. i seem to be fixated lately.
what i meant to write about was how i woke up this morning and realized that at close to thirty-two i'm half way to retirement. i seem to be seeing big-picture life in a new way lately.
i wonder what that will do to me?
