Just a random post

I'm hooked on this new HBO series called True Blood. It's not just something I enjoy watching, it's literally the highlight of my week. That's more a testament to how empty my life is than the show. Seriously, whenever I get really down about the fact that Dan and I couldn't make things work the tenth time we tried, he actually says to me, "Why don't you go home tonight and watch True Blood?" The really sad part is that it momentarily lifts me from my funk. The only time it doesn't work is if it's Monday and I'm caught up on all the shows. Now I have to wait a whole week before I can rely on it for my silver lining.

Last night, I got to watch two in a row, an embarrassment of riches. I had to fire my personal trainer when I moved because I didn't have a gym where I could work out with him anymore. We tried to work out in the park, on the pier, etc. But it wasn't the same and I hated the idea of working out in my old building where I might run into my ex-roommate. She gave me 7 weeks to find a new place to live after she decided to play mistress to a married colleague from work. We lived together for almost three years and she told me in an email. But I think it was for the best because I'm really too old to be living with a roommate even if it is in the Trump Building.

That's all for now. Someone made a recent comment and it prompted me back to this blog. Since I've been toying with the idea of writing a book, I thought I should at least exercise this creative muscle. Before it becomes all flabby like the other ones. I'm channeling Eeyore at the moment but I'm about to go join the gym nearby and then I'll be all buffed and shit... and then I can channel G.I. Jane.