Sleeping with my Laptop...

Today I got my bags and golf balls with the new tournament logo on them. I designed everything. It's very exciting. I think I could have a lot of fun working in Development as long as I was a higher up and didn't have the job where I just had to call people and ask for money all the time.

Lately, I've really been wishing I'd chosen a major that lends itself to a particular profession. Paleontology. Museum Studies. Education. Nuclear Physics. But no, I had to pick something nice and ambiguous like English. But I loved my liberal arts education. Obviously, as all I want to do now is go back to school...

And write, of course. But I don't have time to write! I'm training for a marathon and working full time and working part time and taking class...so I only have time to write when I'm doing my writing for class. And that's fun...but what happened to my poetry? And my novel? And my blogs, for heaven's sake? I've totally lost my dedication to blogging.

Writing takes time and I just don't have it.

And J.K. Rowling (I know, it's funny that I've chosen her as my writing guru here) and other such successful writers will tell you that you make the time for writing, if you really want to- that they raised seven kids and got up at four in the morning and wrote while the kids were still asleep and walked to their desks uphill in the snow both ways. But I get TIRED, dammit! Really tired. Last night I was trying to write, and I just keeled over and fell asleep next to my laptop, at 10:30. No joke.

Anyway, the Harbor Tunnel in Baltimore was closed today for 'security reasons' a.k.a. suspected terrorism. Then afterwards they said the source was unreliable and it was probably nothing. I understand we are trying to be very careful, and I appreciate that. But if we keep getting 'unreliable' warnings, evenutally we are going to get a real one and ignore it. Not that it matters, as I'm pretty sure pissed off Mother Nature is going to wipe us all out pretty soon anyway.

Gah, that's scary.

So, I will leave you, on a happier note, with lyrics from the song I am currently listening to from Nunsense 2: Back in the Habit, the first show I ever ran spot op for:

What would Elvis do
if he were in my shoes?
Would he stand and fight
or would he sing the blues?
What, what would Elvis
shoo-wop-a-doo-wop-a-shoo-wop-a-doo-wop-a do?