Miss Texas
2004-04-22
12:11 p.m.

So I've been a desert dweller for almost six months. SIX MONTHS. That's half a year. That's 1/52nd of my life. Which isn't actually that much. But it feels like a lot. I'm just really feeling useless here. Not that I didn't feel useless back in Boston, but I was at least busy and being paid for being useless. Here I am not busy and I spend spend spend. The closest I get to useful is putting dishes in the dishwasher and taking the cats to the vet. Whoo.

But anyway, why don't I cry about it? To force myself to cheer up, I just put on my Miss Texas bathing suit (purchased in desperation at a resort when I realized there was a WATER SLIDE and I didn't have a suit) and I'm going to break in my pool. My pool that is bigger than my backyard in Boston was. Oh, ool, I will not p in you. I was going to wait until this weekend so my husband could join in the pool celebration, but I need it now.

Then, when I'm done swimming, I'll figure out what to do with the Rest of My Life. Or I'll go to the library.