Spending My Time with Other Peoples Lives

Hey.



So I am not dead. I have not jumped off any high rise buildings or gassed myself in any stove ovens. I have not crawled under any unmanageable spaces and threatened never to leave. I am not rotting away in misery. That's not my style folks.



It's been a very long week or so. I went on an interview for that editorial assistant job and I have also been packing in preparation for my move back home. The interview went well, the editor said I had a sparkling personality but that my inexperience was the only problem. She will let me know today if I got the position but I am kind of hoping that I can apply for their internship program instead. They are looking for someone to start immediately and I need a break. The internship would start in August (i hope) and by then I will be ready



I am not going to lie. Some days are harder than others but for the most part I am not devastated by the grad school news. I wasn't devastated last week or the week before , but the culmination of everything this year has worn me out. The cab incident set that off, but only because I bottle stress in and then let something stupid get to me later on. I need a break from the real world...just for a little while.



I am going home for 6 weeks. I need rest. I am all worn out. I came up with some excuse (a writing workshop near home) to account for my future absence at work. They know I want to write and a few weeks wont hurt anybody. I don't know what happens after then. I have talked to some people about rooming with them in August. Angie wants me to try and find something in the Washington D.C/Maryland area where she now works. I still am obsessed with Maine.



But I'll worry about that when the time comes. Until then, I have been reading up a storm to pass the time ( in between working). Currently my days are spent reading books my co-workers deem worthy. Ryder ( Jack Keroauc Jr.) let me borrow Action Philosophers. Don't be fooled by the title, it is exactly what you would expect. Philosophy + Graphic Novels.

Kathleen currently wants me to read A Long Way Down by Nick Horny ( a book about suicide. what fun) in exchange for my book Less Than Zero (a book about disillusionment. more fun). The exchange occurs today at 2:30 in the fiction aisle of the book store, followed by cake. Yes cake because Michelle turns four today!

Brittney loaned me The Lovely Bones and Lucky by Alice Sebold last week. Rape makes me queasy and I am sort of fumbling with both novels though the writing is good. Work Michelle wants me to read It by Stephen King. But I would have to buy this book so I'm holding off on that read.

That's four books so far plus the three I am already reading The Secret History, April and Oliver, and American Psycho. Luckily I blow through books like I blow through sweets (very fast) and in no time I will have these read. Other people's lives are becoming a little more interesting than my own these days.

So yeah. Not dead or dying.

I'm just...