Night Work

I am making a couple of New Year resolutions (and yes, I know, it's March) and I intend to keep them. One is that I go running three times a week (ha, we'll see on this) and two, that I keep writing this damn blog.

The other resolution/goal thing was saving money to move to New York, but I've pretty much blown most of my savings on this laptop. You know, so I can write. Yeah, I don't know either.

I have been working a lot lately, so maybe that third goal is not entirely hopeless. It's weird, working late at night. I wake up at noon, putz around the house, maybe run an errand or two, and then go to work. Work is... saying the same things over and over to customers, feeling like a robot, trying not to turn into a ball of bitterness and hanging out near the "self-serve" wine station and doing shots of white wine late at night. Classy lady.

In between working, I've had an endless stream of family obligations. My cousin got married on Saturday and I figured, what the hell, let's just throw my boyfriend into the deep end of the whole "meeting the extended family" pool. Luckily, I didn't let the situation melt me into a pile of anxiety, and luckily there was alcohol at the wedding. Also, (I shouldn't have been surprised), my family loved him. Including my 80-year-old Grandma Dietzel. Okay, it sort of seemed like she was trying to hit on my boyfriend. A little weird, but whatever.

Speaking of weird, here's 'Invisible Light' off the new Scissor Sisters album "Night Work."



Yeah.