The Life Vicarious

I'm kind of a big deal. You may not know this, but people know me. I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany. Apples make me nervous. Actually, I'm always nervous. I just blame fruit. I'm a nerd. But I go to the mall, wear makeup and own too many shoes. I write, I sing, I act. I have training that allows me to perform any number of soliloquies on cue, like some sort of Shakespearean bitch monkey. If that's not enough for you, I shower. Daily.

03 April 2007

Ch-ch-ch-changes

I got up bright and early.
Took a shower.
Had a little breakfast.
Spent a little time on the computer.
Did my hair.
Did my makeup.
Put on my best suit.
Drove to work.
Handed in a carefully worded letter and my key...

AND QUIT.

I don't know if it's the meds or the brownie I had for breakfast, but I'm feeling surprisingly okay with this. Maybe Katie's right. Maybe the panic will set in tomorrow.