I'm super sick. I'm snotty and achey and my head is floating somewhere out by Venus. But I can't let my readers down by going too long without a post. So this is going to be the most rambly ridiculousness you may have ever read on this blog. There is no common thread. Don't try to find one.
Besides being sick, my poison oak is spreading. It began as two tiny dots on my left wrist when I returned home from Big Sur, and now it's on both wrists and forearms, and has somehow mysteriously managed to find its way to my left buttcheek. The biggest splotch is down there, starting as a few red bumps on the hip area and descending into a full-on globular alien-like mass. You're welcome for that visual.
Two days ago, I stupidly grabbed a cookie sheet that had just come out of the oven with my right hand. I clamped right down on that sucker and picked it all the way up off of the counter, then shrieked and dropped it crashing onto the floor. So the skin on all of the fingertips on my right hand is peeling off now in scaly bits.
In short, I'm the sexiest mutha you've ever seen. I can't keep the boys away with my oozing poison sores, flaking skin, and snotty, snotty head. Mmmmmm.
In other news, I'm signed up to perform in a karaoke contest this Saturday. (I hope I'm better by then! If not, I'm prepared to break all of my natural, homeopathic philosophies and stuff dayquil and afrin in every orifice in my body until I'm fake-better for just long enough to sing.) If I'm chosen from the ten singers in this round, I'll join the other finalists for one more night of competition on February 9th. First prize is $300, second is $200, and first is $100. Snot or no snot, that money is mine, biatch.
Let's see, what else. . . oh! I am making new friends left and right. It seems everyone has returned from their holiday family shin-digs and is actually available to hang out now. (Note to self: if possible, do not travel over the holidays again. Remember how much it sucks.)
So yeah, I went to a game night with some folks I met through Couchsurfing. They were all wicked smart and we played an in-depth role-playing board game that took place in a haunted house. It was awesome to release my inner game nerd for the night. I'm usually the last person at a game night with stamina to play (I could literally play board games until the sun comes up), but this time, everyone else hung right in there with me. They meet a couple times a month. Oh yeah, baby. I'm in.
Also, remember the room in the apartment that I didn't get because I was "too positive and well-adjusted?" Well one of the guys who lives there is from PA and I totally clicked with him and his girlfriend (who is an acupuncturist) that night. I was their first choice to get the room. So anyhooooo, he - Erik is his name - has been my angel this week. Not only did he invite me over to play music with him (which I did and it was awesome), he hooked me up with a possible apartment through his girlfriend (it's one block from the beach - you can see the ocean from the front yard), and he's also trying to help me find a better-paying job. Holla!
So I'm still thinking about hopping off to southeast Asia - or more likely, Hawaii (plane tickets are only $300 and I can work-trade somewhere to stay and eat for freeeeee) - just for the last three weeks in February before I start paying rent here and having a life and all that. Maybe. Possibly. Or maybe not. I'm super sure that I'm on the fence about it.
And perhaps finally (thank God this wonkified blog post is about to be over, right?), I've been putting a lot of energy into developing myself as a one-woman small business. With part of the amazing gift I received from a friend, I've hired someone to make a new website for me. Also, I'm reading The $100 Start-Up, which was another gift from a friend, and it's totally psyching me up to think I can do this. I can be a full-time writer and life coach and be my own boss and be location-independent and make lots of beautiful money.