I’ve been a terrible writer. It has been an eternity since I’ve last posted and then I promised a new and ever-so-slightly improved version of the site. I was, at the very least, honest in my capabilities of improvement.

Things have happened in the last while and I’ll get back to the regular hilarity very soon. For now, at least things are moving forward (in every facet of my life) and I’m having fun.

More soon, I promise.

I’ve been thinking about how to move the blog beyond the general observations I have on life, and onto something more substantial. But, as I’m up to my eyeballs in work right now, it may take a little while longer for the new and ever-so-slightly improved version of me to make an appearance.

You will know it when you see it, so be prepared.

Occasionally, I don’t sleep. For a while I knew the overnight lineup on most TV stations (at least the ones without infomercials) better than I knew their primetime lineups. But, in the last month or so, the number of nights where I’d stare up at the ceiling had reduced dramatically.

Except for last night where, for whatever reason, 3:47am became the new 8:00am and it was decided that I’d had enough sleep. I hung out in bed, with talk radio on hoping that the conversation would lull me to sleep again, but somewhere around 4:20am I’d grown frustrated and got up. Before 5:45am, I’d made some cream of wheat for breakfast, watched CNN, sent some emails, did the dishes, got dressed, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, made coffee and went to work.

And here we are; it’s 7:15am on a Monday. I’m finished my usual morning routine of procrastination and moving into work mode. What kind of insanity is this?

Whoever decided that long weekends should consist of getting Monday off, rather than putting the holiday on Friday, should be injured. Starting a week on a Tuesday does something strange to a person. You spend all week off-kilter and disoriented; I swear it’s going to take me the entire week just to figure out what day it is.

To top it off, my list of things to do, looks like it was written by Proust, (but it always looks like that anyways).

Writing this post isn’t on the list. Eating isn’t on the list either, but since I’ve been doing that, this post has to be fair game.

This past weekend was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a very long time. Just a simple, but really great time. There was no work; no thinking about work, no doing work, nothing but fun. And I’m not even guilty about it. It was the first real weekend I’ve had, since summer. This coming from the girl who took work with her on vacation last December is a huge improvement in the idea of actually having a work-life balance.

Weekends without work, who knew what a great idea that could be?