Like today. Oh, sure. On the whole, it was a great day — one need only look at my swirl of facebook status updates to see that I had a great time driving home … the road trip was its usual mix of amusement and relaxation. Ah, well. On balance, it’s still a marked improvement. …

(Aside: I really don’t know why I’ve been in a “que me gustan” mood lately. I vastly prefer French, but the Spanish version of “what makes me happy” is so way cooler than the French. Y’know?) So. Since I said I was too exhausted to write, I took a bath and finished the novel I’ve …

I’d love to elaborate, I really would, but I’m so friggin’ exhausted I can’t even form the thoughts necessary to write the words. I’m not talking physical exhaustion here. I slept well last night. I’m just tired. So tired. Two days out of town is just the unguent I need. Seriously.

Despite whatever evidence to the contrary may exist here at the good ol’ LizBlog, I’m actually a pretty private person. I work hard to keep my personal and professional lives separate (the Dr. Jones debacle notwithstanding) and let people glimpse the inner Liz infrequently. It’s not that I have secrets, because I really don’t; I’ll …

But the thing is, I continue to believe about myself that my weirdness is really more quirky than anything… and I continue to believe that the people in this world who I most want to be around — be they friends or more — are those people who appreciate my quirkiness, who love my passion …

This comes from the introduction to a collection of essays by Nora Ephron, entitled “Wallflower at the Orgy.” She does a nice job explaining why some people, myself included, feel drawn to journalism. While I haven’t been a practicing journalist in many years, I empathize quite well with what she’s describing here. With the exception …

Tomorrow I’m going to see Maggie. It has been two weeks. Two very, very long weeks… filled with all sorts of exciting funsies, such as facing down Dr. Jones, trying to reach out to people who need some help, trying navigate murky waters with respect to people about whom I care a great deal, and …

*actual excerpt* from a random FB stalker chat today (just now, in fact): Random FB guy: hey liz how are ya Liz: I’m exhausted. today has been stressful Random FB guy: good glad to hear that… Seriously?!?!?! I hate it when people don’t listen to me. Ignore me? Fine. Ask me how I’m doing and …

So, the last few days have shimmered with happiness-inspired awesomeness. For starters, after mulling it over extensively during my Gilbert Family Reunion road trip, a few days ago I un-Facebook-friended the person who’s been a major source of disappointment and negativity over the last couple of weeks, which was a HUGE STEP for someone like …

When I got back from the reunion and checked my mail, I found the annual letter from Vandy parking letting me know how to procure my bargain-basement (ha!) parking permit for next year. Good news: Vandy has managed to change my name everywhere! Woot! Bad news: They spelled it wrong. Everywhere. D’oh! I’m thrilled to …