the only way i'm like goldie hawn.

We're watching Huff with the fancy-pants "on demand" feature that somehow managed to come bundled in with our cable plan. Which means that I'm more than a little distracted as I write this. I've always had a thing for Hank Azaria, but the show would still be awesome even if he wasn't in it.

I'm going through some sort of weird phase. All anxious and...like I need a good, long stretch.

I blame school.

For (how many?) years, I went along getting a good dose of work, then break, then different work, then break again. And. As stupid as this sounds, I can pretty much break up my life since graduation into semesters...all of which correspond with a major U.S. city: Atlanta, New York, Los Angeles. Only, this latest semester has lasted since September. And what is the second week of January if it isn't the beginning of a new semester?

I'll tell you what it is...

It's freaky.

There's something about my life lately that's eerily similar to swimming. Well, swimming like I do it...which basically amounts to flailing around in the water and not moving forward (nor backward) one damn inch. My sister once told me she'd never seen anyone swim so hard and not move.

When did this website turn into a diary? Was it ever anything else?