I think I'm getting a cold.
I have not gotten a decent night's sleep in two nights.
I just fought off a wretched case of heartburn.
My vacuum cleaner doesn't work.
My landlord hasn't turned the heat on yet.
I've gained two pounds.
I have an annoying piece of popcorn stuck between my teeth and my permanent retainer.
A friend of mine in Colorado just sent me an e-mail telling me her newborn baby is basically fighting for her life.
I will officially be 30 in 51 days.
I hate all my Fall clothes and shoes.
I switched my blog over to Blogger Beta (I know that means nothing to you non-bloggers) and I don't know how I feel about it.
In light of the baby situation listed above, I really don't have much to bitch about.
Light at the end of the tunnel:
I am finally getting off the morning show (again). My two/three week stint has turned into an eleven week extravaganza (thus far), and I am starting to really feel it. The bouncing back and forth between evening meetings and all night productivity is taking a toll on my mental clarity, my energy level and my general passion for life.
I have become reacquainted with that boring friend apathy.
Anyway, I should be back to my dayside newscast around the first full week of November. Yippee.
The Cincinnati Ballet had a great, new performance running at their studio on Central Parkway. I volunteered as an usher Friday night at their New Works Festival. The series mixed contemporary and traditional music with innovative, never-seen-before choreographed pieces of ballet. I don't know a plie' from first position, but I really really enjoyed it.
This week I am volunteering on a Junior League project called Bargain Box (no jokes here, Double Platinum). Basically, all of the members rifle through their possessions to find stuff to donate. Then the League hands out these vouchers to various organizations and inner city schools to give people the chance to "buy" second hand stuff.
You can check out the sale at the Hamilton County Fairgrounds this weekend if you're interested in buying my Barry Larkin bobblehead or 12 Beanie Babies I donated for the cause.
Keeneland. Pictures should be on the way. I basically came home a winner, covering all my drinks and food for the day and making it to Cincinnati with an extra 13 bucks in my pocket. It helps that some old, Hispanic man bought me a beer. I didn't feel bad - he was betting thousands of dollars per race.
Gosh, sometimes I wish I could lower myself to marrying for money.
I am such a sucker for romance and true love.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.