she never let on how insane it was

i'm leaving for tasmania tomorrow morning, so while i have a few fun stories to tell, they're going to have to wait until i get back. y'know, because i've been updating so feverishly as it is, a few quiet days on old "boy flies into a ditch and lays there for a while" are really going to cramp people's daily reading.

i know this is very "hello, god, are you there? it's me, margaret" but is anyone still reading this? not like my self esteem is relying on an audience, because i'm still going to keep writing; if anything, it's a backlog of material when i finally write my own version of "eat, pray, love." i haven't decided on a title, but for a while, i've been toying with using the expression, "wait, i'm sorry, what?" as the title for something. "i know, right?" is also an option, because i've been accused of saying it far too often here (cue awful impression of me with brutally butchered american accent).

of course, i could just call it "boy flies south".....

brief tangent: i didn't know what i was going to call this blog until i opened up the blogger template and started typing in all the "oz"-related or "traveling to australia"-related things i could think of and seeing if the url's were available. i'd already used one of my other ideas for the last blog (which will continue to remain anonymous, thank you), and my first choice this time was "return to oz," which is also the name of the brilliantly freaky 80s sequel to "the wizard of oz," but that was already taken. i think i also considered "yellow brick road," for like two seconds. "going down under" was probably an option, though awkward to share with mixed company, and a bit too cheeky of a title for a blog that would eventually consist of many posts chronicling life crisis on top of life crisis on top of drinking problem.

anyway, i've realized now that this tangent has no point. i do wonder if i'll keep blogging when i get back to new york, and what will i call it? i've grown attached to getting undressed in front of a partially open window, so to speak.

anyway, anyway, anyway, when i get back, i'll get my cookies together and put together a more picture-heavy post of my tassie adventures (i know how murky it can be to slough through all this text, particularly when it's laced with such despair), plus another fun tale in my employment saga (which, please cross all your crossables, could be taking a turn for the amazing, but i don't want to jinx anything, so just forget i said anything), and finally, a thorough review of my day at the "mind, body, spirit" festival this weekend. i wish i had the guts to bring a camera. but i did grab fistfuls of information packets, gave my contact information out quite liberally (expecting a series of phone calls about life coaching, a 30 day detox program, and a board game that helps make your wishes come true!), and narrowly escaped an induction into a cult at their workshop in conference room b.

it was the best day of my life.

wish me well in tasmania, babies!