An effort.

Butterflies. Bunnies. Adorable children who don't have snotty noses. Coca-Cola with lots of ice. A Law & Order: SVU marathon. That heartwarming noise my weenie dog makes when he stretches after a nap. Chocolate chip cookies. Well-executed side-hugs from people you actually love. The euphoric feeling of a good sneeze. The euphoric feeling of a good pee.

I dunno. I'm just trying to cheer up the blog a little bit with some happy things.

My wish

I really wish people who accidentally ask me how work is going or try to pitch a story idea to me would just quietly slink away when I tell them I no longer work for the paper.

Otherwise, you're just prolonging the embarrassment.

P.S. I probably didn't want to write your lame story idea anyway. Fluff stories were the scum of my (former) newspaper world.

Sundays are so depressing

The most depressing time for me is Sunday night, because I know on Monday, all of my friends will be going to their jobs...and I won't be.

I want to cry right now.

More than that, I want to be able to tell someone how I feel. Maybe that person would cry with me.