Today Is a Gift; That's Why They Call It the Present

Finally, finally.  I am now to the point that I am caught up with all the backlog and can concentrate on the present, which hopefully will result in some better writing.  My apologies for the huge lag in entries, but I am only now coming out of a two month period when everything was upside down and inside out.  I honestly tried to blog, but mostly I just felt like I'd been hit over the head with a mallet.  I wouldn't be surprised if not one single soul still reads this page, but I like to pretend I have a huge audience of rabid fans.  It's more satisfying that way.  So, hi there.  I'm ba-A-ck!

The first thing that I did when I actually tried to start building a life was to get a cell phone.  When I went into the store to do so, I was met by a bright eyed young man who asked if he could help me.  When I replied "yes," he asked me what I needed.  "Everything," I replied, "I just came from a place with no cell phones."  I might as well have poked him with a cattle prod.  His entire body jerked in surprise and he said in ringing tones of horror, "NO CELL PHONES?!?!?"  He said it the same way as if I'd told him "no fresh water," or "there were scorpions everywhere."  I talked him down and we managed to get me outfitted with everything that I apparently needed in order to continue breathing properly.  After I was finished paying, I jokingly said, "Now I'm a whole person again."  Well, the humor was completely lost on him, because he looked wildly sympathetic and said to me, "Yeah.  Yeah.  You enjoy that cell phone."  He seemed so relieved on my behalf that I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was totally kidding.  I hope nothing ever happens to that dude's communications equipment!  I do have to say, though, that I can understand, a little bit, at least.  I found that while I could do without a phone quite easily, not having internet access made me feel as though somone had cut off my left arm.

Getting all the other stuff I would need to live in the world again came a little easier, and with less drama.  An apartment presented itself to me with perfect timing, and I got my shipment almost right away.  A job proved to be more elusive.  Calls I had aplenty, but no interviews and no offers.  I spent most of my time sitting in a stupor of unhappiness and smoking thousands of cigarettes.  Thankfully for both my sanity and my lungs, somthing eventually did pan out, and I am now gainfully employed.  It's still tech writing, so it's still boring, but I still need money, so I'll still do it. Groan.

Once I got a job, there was only a car left on my "to buy" list, so I reverted to type and got a V-dub.  A Beetle, to be precise, and it kicks so much ass I can't even believe it.  Things are slowly starting to improve, and I'm feeling less like a disaster victim and more like a Jersey Girl.  I've put down some tenative roots, and I'm so glad.  I hate to feel transplanted.