I had so much blissful, chocolate-covered-with-a-cherry-on-top fun today that I don’t want to go to sleep.
I just keep scrolling back over to the camera-phone pictures I uploaded to Facebook so I can see it all again.
There’s me at the Chicago Diner and there’s that awesome picture of the skyline. OH! OH! And there’s me holding Bronson’s martini glass so I can look cool.
I have not lately been as calm as I was sipping my $8 hot-chocolate-with-caramel-minus-the-marshmallows in the Signature Room at the Hancock. Looking down over the entire city of golden lights and black diamond buildings and a pond so big they call it a lake, I was all-good.
The world was small. And I could conquer it any day of the week. Twice on Sunday.
Sometimes I forget that I have that ability. Bronson made me remember though.
For all of today.
And I was just me.
Just happy me.
There. I’m done now. Feel free to puke from the joy of it all.
I was born in ’83 for those keeping track.
A city to love.
No alcohol was used in the making of this picture.
well, obviously, i made it through the week with just $5.47. YAY. im still alive. phew. (thanks in no small part to the mini-“loan” from this super awesome girl i know, and the “gifts” from my mom). (thanks guys).
i also got sick. which seems to be the new norm for me. and you all haters out there can’t even go about blaming the vegan thing because i’ve been regularly eating cheese and eggs for a few weeks a month two months now.
anyway, it started with a sore throat and has since taken over my sense of smell as well as my ability to breathe. im guessing it’s because I got super tired after swimming around in a water park all day wednesday. that’s how easy it is this day for my immune system to just give up and say “eh. these germs are pretty tough. all right. fine, come on in guys. it’s cool. crystal didn’t really have any plans for her day off anyway.”
im telling you, this is why i could never run for president.
if it wasn’t for my sleep addiction, i’d totally be fixing health care and dealing with racial issues in america with beer right now guys. seriously.
but no, as soon as i miss one night of slumber, im downing dayquil and slabbing on the vicks.
speaking of nothing, i redesinged my little plot of cyberspace.*
typically, i like more white space, but i decided to go with something different this time. other than the fact that i like the colors and the flowers and the paper clip, i think the notebook paper emphasizes that this is a personal blog. (sometimes people saw the url and the raspberries and assumed this was a food blog).(im looking at you GoDaddy help center man).
i also like the paragraph spacing a lot more and that people’s avatar’s show up in the comment section now. (note: if you do not have a WordPress avatar, a little monster will show up. fun times).
i did have to sacrifice my old twitter widget and go with a more mellow box, because i just couldn’t figure out how to squish the old one onto that side bar. Also, i still have to mess with the pictures at the very, very bottom on the site via Flicker, but other than that, im content.
and of course, as usual, if you hate it, please keep your comments to yourself for awhile. otherwise they will drive me nuts, keep me awake at night and make me rue the day i met you.
*yes im still using that word. and i bet if you read the only daily newspaper published in McHenry County early next week, you’ll see it in that professional publication at least once as well. just sayin.
ok guys, im not like super crazy or anything. i mean, well, ya i did send a message to SCVegan‘s brother’s band on myspace.
but i was seriously worried that he had been killed by a bomb, or a bus, or an unstable bridge, or maybe a broken electrical wire. worst case scenarios were running rampant over here.
my next step was to start calling t-shirt design companies in santa clarita. (i have these reporter skills for a reason people).
luckily, things didn’t go that far. someone from the band wrote back letting me know Nolan was fine.
and the next day i got one better, an e-mail from SCVegan himself. always the cool guy that he is, he wrote:
“One way to look at it, is that if something did actually happen to me, such as being trapped under a large bookcase, you contacting my family and friends may have actually saved my life. So, thanks for that Crystal, as I almost owe you my life. hahaha.”
i really am glad you’re all right buddy.
now i can go back to worrying about what i usually worry about, like money and what to write on my next Twitter update.