Up in the air.
Tomorrow I'm off again. Los Angeles, here I come. Not that I'll see so much of you, what with working and whatnot.
Every time I go to LA I like it a little bit more than the time before, and I have been so often and built up so much goodwill towards it now that I dare say I actually LIKE the place. However, I am tired of going for work. We may be going for a wedding at the end of May so perhaps we'll be able to enjoy it all leisurely-like. Until then, work it is and work I must.
No more travelling for March after. Might be in Missouri for a week in April; plus a couple weekends in Arkansas. I'm going to just roll with all of it and make it as much fun as possible. I'm already feeling healthier in my relationship with the job after all this re-evaluation, so I feel quite chipper about it all.
Did you see Up In the Air? I really liked it. Not sure it was Best Picture material, but I liked it. It was weird to finally relate to an age-appropriate character, though the bit at the end crushed the camaraderie I was feeling with the Vera Farmiga character up until then. I mean, I reckon she was supposed to be around 37 or 38, right? So often women are supposedly much younger than me in movies these days. Or older. I'm in the no-female-lead movie zone, apparently. Sigh.
Yesterday we went to Austin to visit our friend Nat who just had surgery. She's been ordered on bed rest and is already going crazy so we came down to keep her company for a couple days. I taught her how to knit, and we all watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. That movie was funny. Trippy. Made me wish I smoked pot.
what’s in your backpack, girl?