I am sitting on my sofa, day 3 of not leaving my house. I have applied to only one job but all of my job alerts are flagged in my inbox, Facebook is completely caught up (both accounts) and all of my bookmarks are throughly surfed. I have made two pans of brownies and two rounds of potato pancakes. I have even posted a craigslist ad looking for a frolic. Oh and I have gone through almost every promising ad on OkCupid. I am an excellent procrastinator. The cat has finally figured out how awesome it is to have me home and is perched fetchingly on my right thigh, purring. This cosy domestic scene is lovely. And I can almost squelch my unemployment panic. Almost.
This blog has been an exercise in procrastination and I often wonder in my many moments of self doubt what I have to say that hasn’t already been said in a thousand different ways by people far more clever. With better editors. And there is a distinct possibility that I will be the only person to ever read this blog. But never the less, here I go.
This will be an outlet for my writing. If you do choose to read this blog you’ll find my musings on dating and being single, poetry, short stories and general observations about the world around me. Along side restaurant recommendations, music suggestions, and anything else my fingers want to type about. Welcome to my brain and its quirky little twists.
There will be more, eventually. Unless I abandon this, which is entirely possible I have a very short attention span.