Shit Gets Real.

It's been snowing all day and I snapped this photo before going inside to barf and cry.

I actually really like when something is both horrific and beautiful, as it is in Chicago today. Further examples of beautrific: Alf, baboons, a vagina.

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Recently promoted to Senior Instructional Designer at work, which is shocking and flattering and terrifying.

Working on the marketing stuff for Daddy's is really fun, but I find I have a tendency to want to sarcastically insult my own writing so the world doesn't think I take myself too seriously. I am probably not alone in this urge.

Recently read Julie Hecht's The Unprofessionals. It was very much like Mary Robison's Why Did I Ever, in a way, except for the character in The Unprofessionals seemed a lot less sure of herself, or even her own standing as a human being on the planet Earth. Loved it.

I have been submitting far fewer stories of late, and also getting a lot of "This is really great! But we don't want it, thanks." This is keeping me humble extremely effectively, which is a good thing, as my dad once casually informed me "You think you're special and you act accordingly," which I think he meant as a compliment? but which I took as the worst news ever, ever, ever.

Today we are going to eat Lebanese food followed by chips and salsa while we watch the Bengals game. Speaking of, Ochocinco's Twitter feed is extremely enjoyable, if not eye-bleedingly prolific.

I've never felt more alive.