Dawn Is Me

Do you realize that I’ve been naming my blog posts with snippets of songs for more than two years now??

Holy crap.

Speaking of things musical …

When I was in the process of cleaning things up here, I went and paid a visit to (I want to say “my good friend” except it’s been so long since he’s heard from me that he probably doesn’t remember who I am) Solonor and came across this infinitely cool song/vid:

Blown away, indeed.

So, it’s Christmas Eve … technically, I suppose it won’t really be ‘Eve’ until it’s … um … evening …

… and here I am, thinking not about gifts or family or other related schlock but about exercise.

That’s because I’m planning to go jump around my living room shortly.

I keep promising myself that I’m going to start taking better care of myself and I keep breaking my promise. That sucks.

In most situations in which I have to make time-management decisions pitting my body against my business, my business usually wins.

Balance? Surely, you jest.

Those are just excuses. My reaction to the multiple stresses and bouts of depression I deal with is very different from Dear Spouse, but I do have them. I just try not to inflict my shit onto the innocent bystanders around me.

(That usually results in many of the people around me having difficulty in figuring out if and when I’m bummed about something. That has its pros and cons.)

Right now, I’m thinking about aerobics. That’s just one piece of the whole picture. My family is broken. Nobody can fix it but me.

I have work to do in 2009. That’s good; it’ll keep me occupied.

Notice anything different?

Yes, we’re sporting a new look. I took my courage into my hands and upgraded to the very, very, very latest version of WordPress (at least, until tomorrow, when I’m positive the geekful little farts will release 2.7.1 or something).

And, while I was at it, I thought I’d give this blog a less business-like look. That’s the mood I was in but I’m not in that mood anymore.

Tough. It’s my blog. Suck up and deal with it.

While at it, I’ve done some blogroll weeding, duly saddened by folks for whom I have long since fallen off the end of the world, who have themselves fallen off the end of my world.

Ah well. It’s probably no biggie. I have very little doubt that everybody’s over at twitter by now.

I am, by the way. Yes, that’s right, for once I was not the very last one to get into the Next Big Thing. Hey, even Gina didn’t know about it until I turned her on to it.

Makes me feel not quite so old.

So, yeah. If you want to follow me, you can. Just be warned. I’m wearing my uber-knowledgeable, expert businesswoman hat over there, so I’m not anywhere near as much fun. You might get bored.

Just so you know.

So, enjoy the new furniture. I’m going to finish dusting but I’ll be around if the cyber elves do anything rude …