Townie for some weeks

A blend of heavy drinking, heavy sleeping, family time and catching up with long lost friends has been my winter break thus far (more of the first and last together).

I chalk it up to the fact that I'm making up for lost time. This last semester I worked, wrote, wrote some more, and in my free time was too tired to socialize or do anything but sleep or watch The Office (and Gossip Girl, I shamefully admit). It feels nice to have absolutely nothing to do.

I feel like I had more to write five minutes ago.....apparently I'm a little rusty with the whole blogging thing. It's been a while. Or maybe it's just that the last three weeks can really be summed up in that first paragraph.

It's a good thing I don't live in this town. A frightening image of myself ten years from now is too easily conjured up when I think about it: 33 year-old stay-at-home mom with with three kids, a husband in construction, a dog (or two) who spends her time in a bathrobe and slippers, baking bread, darning her hubbie's socks, and occasionally submitting freelance articles to the Daily Courier for extra cash and an ego boost..

I better get a summer internship somewhere--anywhere--that takes me away to another, far my interesting and diverse city (San Diego, San Fran, NYC??) Something will have gone terribly awry in my career plans if I end up here this coming summer.

Keep your fingers crossed for me....