so it’s 2:15 a.m. on a sunday morning, i suppose. i’m listening to billy joel’s “piano man.” because that seems like the sort of music you should listen to when you’re up at 2:15 on a sunday morning and you’re not really tired but the thought of doing something productive just seems alien.

so yeah, here i am. my mind keeps wandering in and out through memories and the future and doesn’t seem want to stop in either time zone for more than a few minutes– which is fine with me.

i’m flittering about and remembering standing in the middle of the GI on a winter’s night back in like 1993 sandwiched between the jennifers whitley and fulkerson and singing along to a gin blossoms song– all three of us tanked beyond belief.

then i fast foward to shopping with kari today and discussing my obvious bachelorettehood, something i’ve been discussing with the outlaw a lot lately. mostly about the fact that i am ill-equipped for adult kitchen situations because i don’t have a hand mixer. i had always planned on getting all sorts of that stuff when i got married and well. . .

so then i start flittering about again and wondering how my life would have turned out had i stayed in newspapers and would i be able to handle that lifestyle and would i still be alone or would i just be right where i am now only a newspaper reporter instead of a corporate copy whore?

and mostly, i’m just thinking on this sunday morning that i’m pretty satisfied, despite my bouts of loneliness and stinky-jobness. pretty smug and satisified with the current state of affairs.