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pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

Hi, I'm Chris. If you subscribe to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ. I put myself through school for a seemingly useless English/Creative Writing degree, but writing is my passion and that's what I want to do when I grow up. Still figuring out what comes next, and pretty much everything else, so I'm feeling kinda adventurous. And yes, that's exactly how my OkCupid profile starts out. Why mess with a good thing, eh?

The site's a work in progress. I'll be adding content over time, and hopefully eventually it'll evolve into something halfway interesting. I'm glad you're still reading, though. Usually by this point I have to show a little skin to keep 'em interested.

and now for something completely different...

       i wanted/needed to work on another "proper" post tonight (you know, the ones with capital letters), and while i'm nowhere close to being in the mood for that i wanted to write still (regardless of how wise that might be). so i'm currently sipping a gin and tonic and contemplating the meaning of it all. one of the few small comforts lately has been the opening of an abc store almost exactly one mile from my apartment. i only know the distance because it's on my favorite jogging route and i always run to a point on the trail (which doubles as a sidewalk) just short of the store's location before turning and giving myself a short walk-break. don't pay attention to anything else visible on that. it's pathetic. i only started running again this month and i've gone out twice so far. started running again because i couldn't make it through a single p90x workout after my little post-vacation slide (after being somewhat of a machine before it, easily knocking out 5 workouts/week). and i need to. getting fat(ter) again. but yeah. totally trying to become an alcoholic before i turn 30, especially if i'm still stuck in the south. considering i'll start feeling the buzz from a beer before i'm even half-way through it -- i've got a lot of work to do. and you have to admit that a guy who can mix drinks gets extra hotness points. lord knows i need all the points i can get.

       i say that without even thinking of my little mini-vacation last weekend in charlotte to see the lovely jay brannan. he only performed for an hour, but it was everything i hoped it would be. the rest of the trip was a bit more so, but i won't get into that here. i try to maintain some illusion of being a good girl. it really was a good trip, though. finally made it to the penguin and sampled their amazing fried pickles, even though i was told while there by one of the instigators of those shenanigans (who maintained a breathtaking 6-pack despite the fried pickle consumption) that there had been some drama a few years before and that the famous pickles of yesteryear were now being fried at a newer restaurant about a block over called the diamond. i'll have to do that one on the next trip. the restaurant, i mean.

       oh, and my moods have been evening out, thanks in part, i'm sure, to help from my old friend sam-e. i swear that stuff kept me alive in college. i'm also noticing that the desire to strangle coworkers and patients has mostly diminished to more incidental levels. a catty edge still lingers (or was that always there?) that has almost gotten me in trouble a couple times after i made patients reschedule because i wasn't in the mood to deal with their crap, but i was very proud of myself for largely keeping my cool today when a septuagenarian thought he knew more about current ophthalmology billing and coding practices than i do. the silly bitch. he'll get his bill.

       i'm trying to avoid a much larger topic, though, and it might be inappropriate to mention it at the bottom of a somewhat irreverent post, but it's also the reason i'm trying to talk about anything but. there aren't many that read this blog that i know personally, but of those who do know me and my family i'll ask that you keep this here, between us, at least for now, simply because i don't know if they're telling anyone yet and i'm sure they don't want to be bombarded even though the news will be spreading soon and they inevitably will be bombarded. but my brother and sister-in-law lost their baby today. she was 7-months along, due early october, and we were all very excited. for my brother's birthday this year i bought him a huge wooden block set because the best memories that we have of our childhood are of the two of us playing these games with our father where he would build these impossibly high towers of blocks and we would try to knock them down. and i know he wasn't even born yet, but it's mostly because i know how happy they were and i know they already had dreams for him and now she has to go to the hospital tomorrow and go through labor to deliver him and i just can't imagine...

       keep them in your thoughts, if you would.

       *update* nevermind. apparently they had sent a mass email to their church before i even knew about it. yay family.

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