Somewhere between the odd smell they detected today in Manhattan and the fortune I got in a cookie not so long ago I find I've developed a mild case of anxiety.
Like the not-distinct odor and the un-fortune, I can't really describe what this is, but it's troubling all the same. I'm not sure if there's anything to be worried about, but I have started preparing, just in case.
It's just that I don't feel quite ... prepared. I feel as if there's a test coming up for which I've forgotten to study. Or that I've finally noticed the shoe almost ready to drop. I'm certain that a quiet day can easily incubate a tragic storm.
If you don't hear from me, you can assume the worst. But if blogging is allowed in the underworld, I'll let you know.
Monday, January 8, 2007
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Monday, January 1, 2007
New year, new look
I upgraded my Blogger account and decided to switch templates for the time being. As soon as my account clears the queue, I'll be able to use all of the promised new features.
You say you want a resolution?
Instead of New Year's Resolutions for myself, this year I've decided to make some for everyone else.
For the children: Cut down on the drama
For Babycakes: Learn to cook like an Israeli (use the new cookbook)
For my friends: Party on. Invite me, I'll come with a bottle of wine
For my employer: Give everyone an office with a window
For my coworkers: Read my mind
For my fellow bloggers: Write like you mean it
For my readers: Leave part of yourself behind - comment!
For the children: Cut down on the drama
For Babycakes: Learn to cook like an Israeli (use the new cookbook)
For my friends: Party on. Invite me, I'll come with a bottle of wine
For my employer: Give everyone an office with a window
For my coworkers: Read my mind
For my fellow bloggers: Write like you mean it
For my readers: Leave part of yourself behind - comment!
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