STATUS! I’m still trucking along.  Stomach? No longer in knots. Eye? No longer twitching.

Overall feeling is still one of crappiness, a general malaise, if you will, but THAT’S OKAY. I know it’s going to suck for a little while. I’ll get back to being the witty chick with tons of pluck; I always do.  I just have to remember how to be that girl again.

My guess is that it’s going to start with gratitude. I need to grasp that concept better, or things are just going to go to shit. I don’t know if any of you experience this, but sometimes I log into my Facebook newsfeed, and find myself envious of friends’ lives — lives that I don’t even want?

I’m jealous of your engagements; I have no desire to be married. I go green with envy over your pregnancies; I don’t want a baby. I covet your freshly-painted suburban houses; I despise the suburbs. I want to steal your dogs; I….okay that’s legitimate. I really want a dog.

But I don’t want your lives. I want the quick snapshot of happiness that you’ve chosen to share, in piecemeal, on a stupid social network. I’m sure there’s a twelve step program for this kind of delusion. Until then, it’s probably a good idea to just shut the eff up, log off, and praise jeebus that I have an incredibly blessed life without the bells and whistles of “adulthood” that I’d rather pass on in the first place.

I’ll start by fishing for compliments. Are you not so proud that I’ve written fourteen days straight? I did get writer’s block a few days back and so I started going through some old photos to maybe jumpstart something.  I came across a series from my trip to London, which made me miss my BFF Matt Wilson. I haven’t seen him for a year and some change (he’s at Columbia being awesome all the time), and our telephone skills are crap.  I planned on posting this lone picture and caption:

I wish you didn't live so far away, sometimes.

But I didn’t. Why?  Because he e-mailed me THAT DAY.  Because he’s going to be in Grand Rapids next weekend.  And sure, he probably planned this well in advance, but I like to think that I summoned him with my thoughts.  That’s some Secret Law of Attraction Oprah shit right there.

I guess I’ll end this  non-sequitur by saying: let’s hang out in Grand Rapids next weekend.

THE END.