there will be a fish

Has it really been almost four months since I last posted? Yikes.

Okay, The Princess Bride Life of Lindsey, The Good Parts Version:

1. Acquired new (non-permanent, i.e. for five months) job in January; left the food service industry behind for good.
2. Discovered the joys of an 8-to-5 lifestyle, complete with weekends, nights off, paid vacation time, health insurance, and bus commuting.
3. Got to experience the Wendy Davis filibuster from the inside.
4. Despaired of my state's politicians.
5. Job which was expected to last through May extended through June, and then through August.
6. Started practicing yoga on a regular basis. Have now become that person who goes as often as possible and talks about how great it is to anyone who will listen.
7. Found a psychiatrist, started taking sertraline (aka Zoloft) for "generalized anxiety disorder" and "major depressive affective disorder, recurrent episode, in partial or unspecified remission" (whoo, official diagnoses), and acquired a therapist. Discovered that it's a lot easier to wake up at 6am now, among other things.
8. Job which was originally expected to end three months earlier instead offers me a permanent position, a promotion, a raise, and minions. My granny is possibly even more delighted than I am.
9. Shopping spree ensues. (I have these boots and no regrets. They make me feel like a Star Trek reboot crew member.)
10. Planning for double half-birthday party with my twin sister which looms large next weekend.

That covers the big stuff, I guess. Today, I wrote 1000 words on the epic Ethan/Brandt MI4 fic that Katie and I have already written almost 15,000 words on but has been languishing away in google docs. I'm recovering from my first SRS BZNS yoga class, because I reached a point of fitness where I feel comfortable leveling up like that, and I was poking/helping Katie until she got traction on her POI Regency AU a little while ago. And I have tomorrow off (four-day weekend!), so I think I'm going to eat another fudgesicle and stay up late writing spy shenanigans.

My dad does this thing where he still buys groceries and cooks as if he's feeding three growing teenage girls who do soccer three or four times a week, plus himself, plus my mom back when she was in her forties and also doing soccer three or four times a week (my mom's awesome, what can I say), no matter how often we remind him that this is not the case. It's terribly annoying.

Anyway, the point of this post really isn't to bitch about my dad, who is a lovely man despite his grocery shopping habits. But he does buy just massive amounts of white grapes, for example. Luckily, that of all fruits is probably best; once they start going squishy, you can just throw them in the freezer, and they make a really awesome snack for when it's 112 degrees outside and you're also running a slight fever.

Mmm, frozen grapes.

Hello all! I am back from my lovely vacation (well, it was my mom's vacation; I'm not working regularly enough to really feel justified in calling it my vacation).

( Things Done: )

If you could all do me a huge, wonderful favor and vote for my friend Sarah in this competition, that would be fantastic.

She's at #11, and the contest rules call for making the top ten to get considered; if my flist all votes, perhaps she'll bump up over the edge before voting ends. I can't stand the idea that she might miss this chance by so little, so...please?

I got my hair cut and the color re-done, then went for a deep tissue massage. I feel great. Like a puddle. A pretty, red-headed puddle with friends to whom I can send inappropriate texts. :D When I am rich and famous, massages are going to be my indulgence. Forget owning five houses or designer drugs, those are for saps. Give me a personal masseuse who will pound the crap out of my muscles ever week.

I like being done with school, guys. I read a book yesterday (Stargazer by Claudia Gray, which I started in like, April, and haven't had time to even look at much less read since then). It was delightful. I have moved on to David Maurer's The Big Con. Vampires and con men -- life does not get much better. Ooh, I bet vampires would be great con men. Somebody write that.

In other news, my dad is on a roadtrip. He will be in town tomorrow -- which should be interesting, because my dad is one of those people I cannot picture in New York; it's like matter and anti-matter, there's just something fundamentally opposite about the two -- and then we're driving up to Katie's school for graduation. I'm hoping I get to drive. It's been months, and I love it.