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Mewling in the Blogosphere

My new job gratifies my intellectual appetite to the point where I’m terribly unmotivated to write here this week. Poor exhausted brain just wants to take assume child pose, take deep cleansing breaths, and unwind all those little contorted synapses. Ahhhhhh.

To draw an analogy to food: It like I’ve been eating nothing but pasta for the past 5 years. Hey, nothing’s wrong with pasta. It’s satisfying. But all of a sudden, holy effing christ, it’s a potato! And I’m so excited to be eating this potato that I will focus all my energy on the potato. Does that make any sense? Should my brain go back to resting quietly in child pose?

I’m tempted to find a Republican to mock, but what choices! I ripped through the New York Times this morning to read all about the latest tawdry sex scandal. I just can’t fathom a subculture of gay sex in airport bathrooms revolving around foot-tapping that it has become such a problem that the police conduct sting operations. I feel so naively female.

To tie an awkward bow on this rambling post: Did I mention that the bathrooms in my new office have quilted toilet paper?

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