The Year in Review

Okay, I did it last year, so here we go...

January: Started with a bang down in D.C. with The Sputz and The Honorary Sputz but I was miserable at my job and utterly unhappy commuting. Confused as all hell about my love life.

February: Totally did the best mock-phone-call of my life (ask for details), still confused, growing more miserable at work. Also, spent Valentine's Day with Dr. Athanasian, my hand specialist, because I had broken my wrist and the 14th was the first available appointment he had. Stupid wrist breaking. And yes, I did say that I have my own hand specialist. What? You don't? You're clearly not all the klutz you can be.

March: I got my first phone interview with a real publisher! Finally quit my job, visited The Thespian for the first time with The Dancer in Virginia, highlighted my hair with 3 different shades.

April: Started to freak out about not having a job, writing uncontrollably, went to visit the Bingers for my bday!

May: Signed up for a temp agency position and was convinced that no one was going to hire me ever and that I was destined to live in my room in my parents' house until I turned 30 or until my father could pay a man to marry me. Or give him a cow. Whatever it is those desperate Jewish fathers do.

June: I got a job that I love! The Dancer graduated and I was in a car accident on the way to her ceremony, then she was in the Miss Sparta pageant. I stripped the dye out of my hair (hello, grays!) and sat down and made a bunch of career goals for myself.

July: Crappy ass month. Nothing good happened here. Oh, well, The Thespian turned 21 so I could stop sneaking him sips of alcohol when he was home, but other than that, NOTHING good happened. Spent a lot of time at various doctor appointments and at work.

August: Continued crappiness, but began picking up a bit. Went to a Mets game with the whole family for the first time since before I could drive. Also, somehow ended up in the same restaurant my grandfather always took us to, even though the place had new owners and was made over and renamed. Crrrreeeepy!

September: Began assisting classes at work. This will also be the month forever nicknamed "the month of the bad date." It started mid-month though, so it carried over into October. And oh, it was bad. Funny as hell, but bad.

October: The Baker/Painter got married! Angy Squirrel and I snuck out of the office to witness! I reconnected with The Hippie after, like, 10 years. I went down to D.C. again and got in another car accident on my way down there. And I dressed up as Maid Marion for Halloween and handed out stuff to kiddies trick-or-treating by the theatre. Also, talked to The Chameleon for the first time in almost 3 months.

November: The theatre's season officially opened and there was much drinking at the pub. The Baker/Painter moved away with The Canadian and we were all sad. I had the most ridiculously huge Thanksgiving in the history of Thanksgiving. I slept on The Dancer's floor.

December: The first semester of classes came to a close and I was really glad since I am utterly exhausted. Waiting to get my car fixed so I'm driving around with what I will call a "dimple" on the front bumper. OOOOOH! AND I moved out! I am now an official adult living on my own. Sort of. I'll post pictures of the new place when I can find my camera.