EBENEZER MANSION! I was born on McCallum street and used to walk and admire their gardens as a chubby toddler and then ended up in high school nearby enough to drive by every day—but come to think of it, I never went there on a field trip and now feel totally ripped off, because this article makes it sound EVEN COOLER. Wyck and Grumblethorpe ain't got nothin' on Ebenezer!
ahhhhhh NAILS Y'ALL I love Jug Wine and Meghann is so cool and I am so excited to see this here! WORLDS COLLIDING! I wish I lived in Austin so I could get my nails did all the time.
My Zone 2 SEPTA TransPass™ is $127, but it comes from pre-tax vouchers from my employer, if that makes sense (it doesn't, really, to me, but somehow it's saving me money?) I also have a monthly "car payment" of $50 to my parents for co-ownership of the Volvo 240. No cabs, nevar.
This is great. (You are great? Is that weird? Yes and yes). I remember going to a panel at the Romance Writers of America National Conference back when I was a lowly unpaid literary intern called "When Can I Quit My Day Job?" All four of the ladies—best sellers, some of them—still worked day jobs, and mostly for the insurance. It really opened my eyes, which is embarrassing to admit; until that point I had assumed all writers wrote full time and everything was just fine, ha ha ha! Now I realize that unless I get FANTASTICALLY successful if and when I ever sell a book, I'm basically going to have to get good at writing early in the morning, late at night, and on weekends, because...insurance. Those antidepressants don't come cheap and there sure as hell wouldn't be any writing going on without them. Or I could just marry rich! The perennial back-up plan!
I think because I'm an introvert, my open office plan makes me nervous. And then I feel guilty for feeling nervous, and then I feel stupid for feeling guilty for feeling nervous. I guess what I'm trying to say is...the net effect on my productivity is probably bad.
Well...I live with my parents (or they live with ME, hahahaha) but the deal is basically that I am in charge of both planning and paying for whole-family grocery runs in order to earn my keep. We (I) shop mostly at our local food co-op (and sometimes what my dad calls "Ho Fo" [Whole Foods]) and the farmers' market in our neighborhood. Also, I take my lunch to work every day because the whole point of this crazymaking living-at-home-thing is TO SAVE MONEY. Also, I like making my own lunch. This is all just to say: anywhere from $100-$180, depending on where we are with staples like olive oil.
"So that you have to say “clinical depression” or “unipolar depression” or whatever just to stop people from assuming you’re just cranky or something." not to be nitpicky, but according to my shrink (or at least what i think my shrink told me about myself), unipolar depression is NOT the same as clinical depression. it involves a kind of low-grade cycling and requires a different treatment than other types of depression because occasional episodes of hypomania can be made WORSE by treatment with medications like SSRIs. i have been prescribed everything from anticonvulsants to antipsychotics because my depression is unipolar—it's not just an empty word to make my emotional state sound more "real" (although, FWIW, i'm glad it DOES sound more real, because prior to the diagnosis i had no idea why i would alternate between a keyed-up, overcaffeinated feeling and a plummet into sadness, and the name helps me get a handle on things intellectually). PS. who wants a long essay on the sturm and drang of being forced to go on generic brain drugs by your insurance? any takers? i could work in a silver linings playbook reference!
1. Header picture is perfect. If you did a Google image search for "professional jealousy" in my head it would be just pages and pages of LD's face. 2. I really like the philosophy of "if I’m not doing something for money, I have to be doing it to expand my audience or because it’s fun. I am not allowed to do free things because I feel flattered to have been asked" and I am going to steal it for personal use. You can't eat flattery, after all!
Wearing a dress at work RIGHT NOW. FREAKING OUT because I don't even know what "cocktail dress" means??? (To be fair, we're having a work party this PM *with cocktails,* so maybe it doesn't matter???? Babby's first business-casual dilemma!)
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