Musings of a new 26-yr-old.

In recent news, if everyone had a sister, I would look like her.

In other news, I turned 26 on Monday. I guess that's news. On my personal blog.

26. I'm calling it "The Year of Opportunity" and if in fact it is NOT the year of opportunity, then I will push "The Year of Opportunity" to year 27. So maybe this is not the year of opportunity, but the year of procrastination. I have 12 months to do something. Or to continue to put it off. Can't wait to see how this turns out. God knows I'm sooooo great at following through on things. It's a gift, I know.

If I were to sum up the past 26 years in one hyphenated word, it would be pro-life. Not because of abortion or anything related, but because I really didn't have a choice in the matter. And I have protested myself often. Does that even make sense? Moving on.

I'm in a strange mood. I think my lack of sleep from birthday booze, comedy, and that thing called work has caught up with me and mildly fried my brain. We're in the process of overhauling the entire system that I'm currently using at work. And when I say "we", I mean "I". Because that is pretty much what its going to come down to. Building a new system of organization (which is not really my best subject in the workplace) and then seeing how much I can screw it up. Yes. This should at the very least be interesting and also accrue overtime that I do not get paid any extra for. And that whittles my salary down closer and closer to minimum wage. Hooray. But in better news, the overhaul now means less work later...so legit hooray for that.

F. Let's not talk about work. What else...what else...

In the category of else, there's not too much to say. I've been enjoying my stint in the comedy scene of Denver. In a strange way, it's right up my alley. The weird and shady dive bars. The interesting and often bizarre people. The impeccable guy-to-girl ratio. It's pretty awesome. But my plans of "going there" are limited. As the old saying at the School of Mines goes, the odds are good but the goods are odd. The reverse version of this (The goods are odd, but the odds are good) may or may not also be how I used to promote myself in the drunken free-for-all that was college--but that's neither here nor there--and I really dont think I have a point to any of this.

Really, the only reason that I'm writing is that my laundry was in the dryer and I needed to stay up somehow. So I guess that's my point. And now, my little apartment is clean. My laundry is done. And I'm going to bed much later than I wanted to.

And as I am now 26 and consider 10:18 to be going to bed late, I'm going to cry myself to sleep as I wistfully dream of the days when 10:18 was before I was even out on the scene.

Good night, blogosphere.