Dear friends, my blog is moving. Let's face it, "Leilerz in ColHi" is a terrible name for a blog. No, no, I know it is. Can't deny it.
But with the help of some highly talented and creative friends, I have found a new blog home. "Nominal Expectations" (www.nominalexpectations.blogspot.com). Please start visiting my new blog home for the latest news in how I've given up on life.
Ok, ok, I haven't completely given-up. But I have surrendered to the fact that I hate my office job, and that it will make me cry most days, but that's just life. It's called work for a reason. And I've also come to the sad conclusion that no job will make me happy. There is absolutely no other office job that I want.
I just want the free time to be able to write everyday. I want to write about life, love, body issues, the universe, pop culture, pop music, nostalgia, Britain, and all the things I love to talk about. I'm going to try giving up sugar again, and I want to write about that. My boyfriend is moving into my flat this month, and I want to be able to write about that. That's what I want. I want to be able to stay in bed until 8:30 AM every day. I want to get up, do some yoga, meditate, and have a healthy breakfast. I want to write for a few hours. Then I want to go out into the world and live my life and find some more things to write about tomorrow. That's the life that I want (who wouldn't want that life?).
But what I have instead is a sucky office job. I have to wake-up for this sucky job at 5:30 AM every morning. Then I usually have to have a sausage, egg, cheese breakfast sandwich somewhere, just to numb the pain of having to sit in that office for the next 9 hours.
So I shall write all about that life at my new home, "Nominal Expectations" (www.nominalexpectations.blogspot.com). I hope you will now join me there.
And here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo.......................
Night-night,
Leila
Monday, March 3, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Likely Snow Day
Hello, friends. It's Sunday night, 8:51 PM. Usually, this is my most dreaded time of the week. It's the night before another full week of work. Ugh. On bad Sundays, I break down and cry about work. On good Sundays, I just live with incessant ennui.
But not tonight. Tonight, I'm feeling rather ecstatic. Tomorrow, my dear friends, I am taking a snow day.
Well, 99% sure I'm taking a snow day. See, I work in property management. We don't close. In fact, when there is bad weather (weather that might damage property), my company actually has MORE work to do. However, I am not a building engineer or a property manager. I am "admin," so when I think that my life might be in jeopardy by travelling to or from work, I will take a snow day.
So far this year, despite there being SEVERAL severe weather instances, I have only taken one snow day. And I didn't make that decision until 5:00 AM, when WMATA had suspended all bus services, and threatened to shut down all train services if more than 8 inches of snow fell. I emailed my bosses and told them I couldn't make it to work. When I came back to work the next day, I learned that the big boss had decided to close the office... at 9:30 AM. But none of us "admin" people were told about this closure. We all thought we had to use a vacation day to stay home. Two days after the snow storm, we were finally told that the office had closed on the day of the snow storm. So, yay, we didn't have to use a vacation day, but, boo, we weren't told until days later. Grr, grumble. No es bueno.
So in my world, I am not told about future office closings. I have to chose to stay home (for my own safety), and take the risk that my office may or not actually close (even if the rest of DC is closed), and accept the fact that I may have to use one of my precious few vacation days. Grr.
But it's all good, because I am not going to work tomorrow. Instead, I am having a lovely night in with Eric. We made roast beef and Brussel sprouts. We had raspberry sherbet and pineapple chunks for dessert. We watched "Star Trek: The Next Generation" on Nexflix. We started watching the documentary "Gasland" on Netflix, but we got bored about 30 minutes into it. Eric looked up the movie on Wikipedia so that we could find out how it ends.
Then we came to bed because 9:00 PM is our normal bed time on a Sunday. And I'm still setting my alarm for 5:00 AM (my normal wake-up time), because there is a 1% chance that tomorrow may not be a snow day. Maybe a volcano will erupt nearby, melt all the snow, Metro buses will start running again, and I'll have no excuse to miss work.
But that's probably not going to happen. The rain is already falling. The temperature is dropping. The rain will turn to snow, and the rainwater on the ground will turn to ice, and it will be too dangerous to leave the house. I will have time tomorrow to write a much more interesting blog. I will catch up on emails. I may even upload some London photos to Facebook. Maybe I will find a yoga video to follow along with on YouTube. Maybe I will meditate (I used to do that a lot). Maybe I will do some of those things that I keep saying I need to do but have no time to do. Maybe I'll look for new jobs (now that IS exciting!).
Maybe I just want to lay down and start snuggling.
Night-night,
Leila
But not tonight. Tonight, I'm feeling rather ecstatic. Tomorrow, my dear friends, I am taking a snow day.
Well, 99% sure I'm taking a snow day. See, I work in property management. We don't close. In fact, when there is bad weather (weather that might damage property), my company actually has MORE work to do. However, I am not a building engineer or a property manager. I am "admin," so when I think that my life might be in jeopardy by travelling to or from work, I will take a snow day.
So far this year, despite there being SEVERAL severe weather instances, I have only taken one snow day. And I didn't make that decision until 5:00 AM, when WMATA had suspended all bus services, and threatened to shut down all train services if more than 8 inches of snow fell. I emailed my bosses and told them I couldn't make it to work. When I came back to work the next day, I learned that the big boss had decided to close the office... at 9:30 AM. But none of us "admin" people were told about this closure. We all thought we had to use a vacation day to stay home. Two days after the snow storm, we were finally told that the office had closed on the day of the snow storm. So, yay, we didn't have to use a vacation day, but, boo, we weren't told until days later. Grr, grumble. No es bueno.
So in my world, I am not told about future office closings. I have to chose to stay home (for my own safety), and take the risk that my office may or not actually close (even if the rest of DC is closed), and accept the fact that I may have to use one of my precious few vacation days. Grr.
But it's all good, because I am not going to work tomorrow. Instead, I am having a lovely night in with Eric. We made roast beef and Brussel sprouts. We had raspberry sherbet and pineapple chunks for dessert. We watched "Star Trek: The Next Generation" on Nexflix. We started watching the documentary "Gasland" on Netflix, but we got bored about 30 minutes into it. Eric looked up the movie on Wikipedia so that we could find out how it ends.
Then we came to bed because 9:00 PM is our normal bed time on a Sunday. And I'm still setting my alarm for 5:00 AM (my normal wake-up time), because there is a 1% chance that tomorrow may not be a snow day. Maybe a volcano will erupt nearby, melt all the snow, Metro buses will start running again, and I'll have no excuse to miss work.
But that's probably not going to happen. The rain is already falling. The temperature is dropping. The rain will turn to snow, and the rainwater on the ground will turn to ice, and it will be too dangerous to leave the house. I will have time tomorrow to write a much more interesting blog. I will catch up on emails. I may even upload some London photos to Facebook. Maybe I will find a yoga video to follow along with on YouTube. Maybe I will meditate (I used to do that a lot). Maybe I will do some of those things that I keep saying I need to do but have no time to do. Maybe I'll look for new jobs (now that IS exciting!).
Maybe I just want to lay down and start snuggling.
Night-night,
Leila
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Nostalgia
Hello, friends. A thousand thoughts are swimming through my mind tonight. So many stories I want to tell. I had a birthday yesterday - I want to talk about that. Work was awful today - I want to talk about that. I went to the zoo on Sunday - I want to talk about that. I was in a web series called "The Sherman House Webisodes" (all 10 episodes are free to watch at www.shwebisodes.com) - I want to talk about that.
But if I had to narrow down tonight's overall emotion to one word, it would be "nostalgia."
I am feeling nostalgic because of this (watch now):
Tonight, I've been watching the season premiere of "The Voice" on Hulu. I know, I know, another cheesy singing contest show. Lame, right? But you have to admit, after watching this performance of "I've Just Seen A Face," you kind of want to keep watching the show, don't you?
This video makes me feel so nostalgic because this one performance makes me miss two former homes of mine, all in the same instant.
First, it makes me miss Austin, Texas. The couple who are singing in this video are from Austin. Before they started singing, we saw clips of them singing in Zilker Park in Austin. Plus, the first time I ever heard the song "I've Just Seen a Face" was when I first saw the movie "Across the Universe," which I first saw in Austin in 2007.
Austin was such a transformative chapter of my life. I lived there from 2003 to 2008. I moved there right after college, so full of idealism, hope, and faith. I believed that all of my dreams could come true in Austin. And they did! Not only did I get to DJ at two commercial radio stations, but I also co-created and co-starred in a public access TV show called "The Austin Movie Show." And because of that show I got to work on film sets, commercial shoots, and casting calls. All of my showbiz dreams came true in Austin.
I am so grateful that I got to spend most of my 20s in Austin, Texas. It was the perfect setting. I was outward focused, I dreamed big, I got involved in everything I could, and I soaked it all in. However, all of this dreaming and doing eventually led to my melt-down. I could only push, push, and push some more for so long. I loved doing the dream jobs, but I also had day jobs (and over-night jobs and weekend jobs) on top of the dream jobs, and all my growing, expanding, and exploring eventually worn me out. It wore me out so much, that I just wanted to stop engaging completely with the outside world.
Which leads me to the opposite of Austin, Texas. London, England. This video from "The Voice" makes me as nostalgic for London as it does for Austin. "The Voice" is originally a British TV show. All of these singing shows are created in the UK. And then once they're successful in the UK, American producers decide to make an American version. But I saw the first original season of "The Voice" while I was living in London. In fact, the show premiered in England while Eric was visiting me in England for the first time. We had it on in the background while we planned our trip across the UK. Then after he left, I kept watching "The Voice" because it reminded me of how happy I was to have him in England.
London was just as transformative for me as Austin was, but for the exact opposite reason. In Austin, I was constantly trying to grow and expand and try more and experience more. More, more, more. Infinite possibilities. Go, go, go. But London was the opposite. My time in London (2010 to 2012) was introspective, quiet, and calm. I was not seeking a dream job in London. I wanted the easiest job I could find. And I found the easiest (and best) job I could find. I became a receptionist at the Rail Safety & Standards Board. I had an easy, predictable, mundane job. And I loved it.
I would mediate every day. I would spend hours walking home at night, through the beautiful and historic streets of London. I wasn't in any hurry. There was nowhere I had to be. I only had a handful of friends, but each precious friend was a gem to me. And I was so lucky to have found them. I went to West End shows for £10 on random Tuesday nights. I spent my Saturdays just walking along the South Bank, eventually ending up in Trafalgar Square. I didn't go on one date while I lived in London (if you don't count Eric). I was alone a lot. But I loved it. I loved getting to know me and learning that I like spending time with myself. I loved the inner calm and awareness that I didn't need a certain job or a certain relationship to be happy. In London, I learned that happiness was always inside of me all long, tucked away behind all the chaos and noise.
So tonight, as I watch "The Voice" on Hulu, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for these two particular (and opposite) chapters of my life. Thank you, Austin, for teaching a young girl that anything is possible and that dreams do come true. Thank you, London, for teaching me everything is already absolutely perfect, just as it is.
And thank you, dear friends, for letting me share these ramblings with you tonight.
Night-night,
Leila
But if I had to narrow down tonight's overall emotion to one word, it would be "nostalgia."
I am feeling nostalgic because of this (watch now):
Tonight, I've been watching the season premiere of "The Voice" on Hulu. I know, I know, another cheesy singing contest show. Lame, right? But you have to admit, after watching this performance of "I've Just Seen A Face," you kind of want to keep watching the show, don't you?
This video makes me feel so nostalgic because this one performance makes me miss two former homes of mine, all in the same instant.
First, it makes me miss Austin, Texas. The couple who are singing in this video are from Austin. Before they started singing, we saw clips of them singing in Zilker Park in Austin. Plus, the first time I ever heard the song "I've Just Seen a Face" was when I first saw the movie "Across the Universe," which I first saw in Austin in 2007.
Austin was such a transformative chapter of my life. I lived there from 2003 to 2008. I moved there right after college, so full of idealism, hope, and faith. I believed that all of my dreams could come true in Austin. And they did! Not only did I get to DJ at two commercial radio stations, but I also co-created and co-starred in a public access TV show called "The Austin Movie Show." And because of that show I got to work on film sets, commercial shoots, and casting calls. All of my showbiz dreams came true in Austin.
I am so grateful that I got to spend most of my 20s in Austin, Texas. It was the perfect setting. I was outward focused, I dreamed big, I got involved in everything I could, and I soaked it all in. However, all of this dreaming and doing eventually led to my melt-down. I could only push, push, and push some more for so long. I loved doing the dream jobs, but I also had day jobs (and over-night jobs and weekend jobs) on top of the dream jobs, and all my growing, expanding, and exploring eventually worn me out. It wore me out so much, that I just wanted to stop engaging completely with the outside world.
Which leads me to the opposite of Austin, Texas. London, England. This video from "The Voice" makes me as nostalgic for London as it does for Austin. "The Voice" is originally a British TV show. All of these singing shows are created in the UK. And then once they're successful in the UK, American producers decide to make an American version. But I saw the first original season of "The Voice" while I was living in London. In fact, the show premiered in England while Eric was visiting me in England for the first time. We had it on in the background while we planned our trip across the UK. Then after he left, I kept watching "The Voice" because it reminded me of how happy I was to have him in England.
London was just as transformative for me as Austin was, but for the exact opposite reason. In Austin, I was constantly trying to grow and expand and try more and experience more. More, more, more. Infinite possibilities. Go, go, go. But London was the opposite. My time in London (2010 to 2012) was introspective, quiet, and calm. I was not seeking a dream job in London. I wanted the easiest job I could find. And I found the easiest (and best) job I could find. I became a receptionist at the Rail Safety & Standards Board. I had an easy, predictable, mundane job. And I loved it.
I would mediate every day. I would spend hours walking home at night, through the beautiful and historic streets of London. I wasn't in any hurry. There was nowhere I had to be. I only had a handful of friends, but each precious friend was a gem to me. And I was so lucky to have found them. I went to West End shows for £10 on random Tuesday nights. I spent my Saturdays just walking along the South Bank, eventually ending up in Trafalgar Square. I didn't go on one date while I lived in London (if you don't count Eric). I was alone a lot. But I loved it. I loved getting to know me and learning that I like spending time with myself. I loved the inner calm and awareness that I didn't need a certain job or a certain relationship to be happy. In London, I learned that happiness was always inside of me all long, tucked away behind all the chaos and noise.
So tonight, as I watch "The Voice" on Hulu, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for these two particular (and opposite) chapters of my life. Thank you, Austin, for teaching a young girl that anything is possible and that dreams do come true. Thank you, London, for teaching me everything is already absolutely perfect, just as it is.
And thank you, dear friends, for letting me share these ramblings with you tonight.
Night-night,
Leila
Saturday, February 22, 2014
2XL
Hello, friends. Sorry I haven't written since Wednesday. I was really looking forward to coming home from work and writing on Thursday, but I didn't quite make it home. I was locked out of my apartment. I have a key to the exterior door of the building, but the interior door leading to my apartment was locked, and none of my keys were able to open it. I called my housemate, M'Grite, and said I was sorry for bothering her at work, but that I was locked out. She then reminded me that she was at the airport, getting ready to board a flight to Vermont.
I then texted my boyfriend, Eric, who I knew was still at work, and told him I was locked out and that he'd probably have to pick me up and take me to his apartment in Virginia. Knowing that I had no clothes at Eric's apartment, I decided to go to Target and buy an outfit (and underwear) to wear to work the next day.
I *loathe* shopping for clothes. Nothing destroys my soul quicker than a trip to the dressing room. I've gained about 20 lbs. in the last three years, and I've never felt more at war with my body that I do right now. None of my old (and favorite) clothes fit me anymore. I can't find jeans that fit me anymore. I basically live in stretchy skirts, leggings, and extra large button-up shirts. I find I prefer to shop in the maternity section of clothing stores. At least those clothes are designed for someone with my body shape.
At Target, I grabbed my first round of clothing to try on (various shirts and trousers). Nothing fit. The extra large shirts were too small. Ugh. And on top of it all, I got a glimpse in the mirror of my back fat rolls and the cellulite in the back of my thighs. Double ugh. I gave into the tears of despair and sobbed on the floor of the Target dressing room.
Eric called me at this point to say that he was leaving work and just got my text messages. He told me he could pick me up from Target in about an hour. Knowing I only had a small window of time to acquire an entire outfit for the next day, I picked my sad, flabby ass off the floor and went back for another round of clothes. This time, I got a bunch of 2XL shirts and skirts. And, ugh, I found a couple of shirts (and a stretchy maternity skirt) that fit.
I grabbed my clothes, then hustled to the underwear section to get a new 38-C bra (ugh) and a six-pack of size 8 women's briefs (double ugh!). The only thing that wasn't a size larger than the last time I went shopping were my socks (no matter what, I'm still a dainty size 8 shoe, woo-hoo).
The task was complete. I had a full outfit (and back-up outfit, if need be) for the next day. I went to the check-out and purchased my sad, defeated outfit.
Obviously, after this wake-up call, I decided to cut all carbohydrates out of my life. Surely, one year without sugar and flour will bring my back to my daintiest size (size 10, during the depression and anxiety days). So I decided, right then and there, that my diet would start tomorrow. But I was so sad and defeated at that moment that I definitely needed a Pizza Hut Pan Pizza to take the edge off the pain of the night. And lucky for me, the Target cafeteria sells Pizza Hut Pan Pizzas. So I bought one! But hey, I'm on a diet, so I just got the plain cheese pizza, rather than the pepperoni. Diet, you know.
Shortly after finishing my emotional-pain-numbing pizza, Eric called to say that he was down the street, in his car, waiting for me. Have I mentioned what a nice boy he is? In my sadness and despair, he said, "Leila, it's the clothes that are the problem, not you." He's so lovely. He should be with a much hotter girl, but I'm not going to tell him that ;-)
It's now Saturday night, two days after the lockout affair. The door has been opened. Life has returned to normal. And Eric made me steak and brussel sprouts for dinner, with raspberry sherbet for dessert. No talk of diet tonight. I may be falling asleep in 2XL pyjamas, but I'm also falling asleep in the arms of my dream man.
Night-night,
Leila
I then texted my boyfriend, Eric, who I knew was still at work, and told him I was locked out and that he'd probably have to pick me up and take me to his apartment in Virginia. Knowing that I had no clothes at Eric's apartment, I decided to go to Target and buy an outfit (and underwear) to wear to work the next day.
I *loathe* shopping for clothes. Nothing destroys my soul quicker than a trip to the dressing room. I've gained about 20 lbs. in the last three years, and I've never felt more at war with my body that I do right now. None of my old (and favorite) clothes fit me anymore. I can't find jeans that fit me anymore. I basically live in stretchy skirts, leggings, and extra large button-up shirts. I find I prefer to shop in the maternity section of clothing stores. At least those clothes are designed for someone with my body shape.
At Target, I grabbed my first round of clothing to try on (various shirts and trousers). Nothing fit. The extra large shirts were too small. Ugh. And on top of it all, I got a glimpse in the mirror of my back fat rolls and the cellulite in the back of my thighs. Double ugh. I gave into the tears of despair and sobbed on the floor of the Target dressing room.
Eric called me at this point to say that he was leaving work and just got my text messages. He told me he could pick me up from Target in about an hour. Knowing I only had a small window of time to acquire an entire outfit for the next day, I picked my sad, flabby ass off the floor and went back for another round of clothes. This time, I got a bunch of 2XL shirts and skirts. And, ugh, I found a couple of shirts (and a stretchy maternity skirt) that fit.
I grabbed my clothes, then hustled to the underwear section to get a new 38-C bra (ugh) and a six-pack of size 8 women's briefs (double ugh!). The only thing that wasn't a size larger than the last time I went shopping were my socks (no matter what, I'm still a dainty size 8 shoe, woo-hoo).
The task was complete. I had a full outfit (and back-up outfit, if need be) for the next day. I went to the check-out and purchased my sad, defeated outfit.
Obviously, after this wake-up call, I decided to cut all carbohydrates out of my life. Surely, one year without sugar and flour will bring my back to my daintiest size (size 10, during the depression and anxiety days). So I decided, right then and there, that my diet would start tomorrow. But I was so sad and defeated at that moment that I definitely needed a Pizza Hut Pan Pizza to take the edge off the pain of the night. And lucky for me, the Target cafeteria sells Pizza Hut Pan Pizzas. So I bought one! But hey, I'm on a diet, so I just got the plain cheese pizza, rather than the pepperoni. Diet, you know.
Shortly after finishing my emotional-pain-numbing pizza, Eric called to say that he was down the street, in his car, waiting for me. Have I mentioned what a nice boy he is? In my sadness and despair, he said, "Leila, it's the clothes that are the problem, not you." He's so lovely. He should be with a much hotter girl, but I'm not going to tell him that ;-)
It's now Saturday night, two days after the lockout affair. The door has been opened. Life has returned to normal. And Eric made me steak and brussel sprouts for dinner, with raspberry sherbet for dessert. No talk of diet tonight. I may be falling asleep in 2XL pyjamas, but I'm also falling asleep in the arms of my dream man.
Night-night,
Leila
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
The Now
Hello friends. My name is Leila. Welcome to my blog. I decided to finally start this blog after one-too-many existential crises. Basically, like most people my age (and socio-economic status), I've stopped pursuing my creative endeavours because my stable office job has sucked all the life out of me. I work for a property management company in downtown Washington, DC. I'm the administrative assistant to the Regional Vice President ("assistant regional manager"... "assistant to the regional manager"... yup, puns from "The Office" are sadly my current reality).
It's not all gloom and doom. I'm paying my bills, I've paid off my credit cards, and I only have $20,000 left of my student loan. That's why I have this office job. To pay off that student loan. And for other boring things like health insurance and a retirement package. Ugh, why do I get so sad just typing that?!
It didn't always used to be like this. I used to do fun, creative, and imaginative things... mostly in my 20's... before the student loan. When I graduated from DePauw University with my B.A. in History and Anthropology, I decided that I was going to be a radio DJ. And I did just that! I moved to Austin, Texas, made cassette air-check tapes of my college radio shows, and hand-delivered those cassettes to the five radio stations I wanted to work for in Austin. And a month later, I got a job as a part-time DJ at KKMJ, Majic 95.5 FM. I would DJ at 6:00 AM on Saturday mornings, and I even got to fill-on the morning show when the female DJ was sick or away. Oh, I LOVED it!
I'm not going to bore you with my whole life story today. We've got years to get to know each other. I just thought I would introduce myself. Again, my name is Leila. I work in property management. But I used to do fun things. And I plan to do fun things again (the book I want to publish, the musical I want to write and star in, the sit-com I want to write and star in, etc., etc., etc.). But that will come in due time. For now, I write. I say hello.
But I don't want you to think that this is the blog of a sad girl. Oh, no, no, no. I live in my favorite neighborhood in the world! Columbia Heights, in Washington, DC. I live with a bomb-digity roommate and my boyfriend, who is the sweetest guy in the world. I basically live within blocks of all of my DC friends. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm just dealing with a typical American office job, that not only gives me no inspiration or satisfaction, but actually makes me cry more times than I care to admit in this blog.
Here's a photo of me from 2012. It was taken in a London pub, after an evening of sweaty karaoke with old officemates (but I'll share more London tales another time).
That's it for tonight. Thanks for reading. Sweets dreams, one and all. Then back to the grind to do it all again tomorrow.
Night-night,
Leila
It's not all gloom and doom. I'm paying my bills, I've paid off my credit cards, and I only have $20,000 left of my student loan. That's why I have this office job. To pay off that student loan. And for other boring things like health insurance and a retirement package. Ugh, why do I get so sad just typing that?!
It didn't always used to be like this. I used to do fun, creative, and imaginative things... mostly in my 20's... before the student loan. When I graduated from DePauw University with my B.A. in History and Anthropology, I decided that I was going to be a radio DJ. And I did just that! I moved to Austin, Texas, made cassette air-check tapes of my college radio shows, and hand-delivered those cassettes to the five radio stations I wanted to work for in Austin. And a month later, I got a job as a part-time DJ at KKMJ, Majic 95.5 FM. I would DJ at 6:00 AM on Saturday mornings, and I even got to fill-on the morning show when the female DJ was sick or away. Oh, I LOVED it!
I'm not going to bore you with my whole life story today. We've got years to get to know each other. I just thought I would introduce myself. Again, my name is Leila. I work in property management. But I used to do fun things. And I plan to do fun things again (the book I want to publish, the musical I want to write and star in, the sit-com I want to write and star in, etc., etc., etc.). But that will come in due time. For now, I write. I say hello.
But I don't want you to think that this is the blog of a sad girl. Oh, no, no, no. I live in my favorite neighborhood in the world! Columbia Heights, in Washington, DC. I live with a bomb-digity roommate and my boyfriend, who is the sweetest guy in the world. I basically live within blocks of all of my DC friends. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm just dealing with a typical American office job, that not only gives me no inspiration or satisfaction, but actually makes me cry more times than I care to admit in this blog.
Here's a photo of me from 2012. It was taken in a London pub, after an evening of sweaty karaoke with old officemates (but I'll share more London tales another time).
That's it for tonight. Thanks for reading. Sweets dreams, one and all. Then back to the grind to do it all again tomorrow.
Night-night,
Leila
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