Can't look away

Living alone is scary. I have no one to shake awake to tell them I think there's someone hiding in my closet. Not that I ever did that. Noooo, not me. If you know my old roommate, John, and he tells you some story about me looking for the "killer", empty handbag in hand with which to bludgeon him in case I found him under the bed... well, he's making the whole thing up. That never happened.

Work is still good. They seem to think that I'm, like, smart and know stuff about PR. WHERE did they get these crazy ideas? I spoke to my boss on the phone -- he's in Germany on a European media tour. He seems to think I'm going to catch up on all the projects we're working on in no time. But he was jet-lagged and just back from a beer hall when we spoke so let's wait and see what he thinks when he gets back to Vegas.

On a lighter note, the girl in the cube next to me is a HUGE Yankees fan and she is just as sad as I am that the playoffs were cancelled this year. They were, too, cancelled! If they weren't cancelled then explain to me how they completely ceased to exist for me as of Saturday night? Ah hah! You can't explain it. Stop trying to talk sense into me. I'm beyond help.

I just got an email from Tina about Adriana's birthday party which I will be missing YET AGAIN. I used to miss it every year because I was always on a press trip in October. Now I went and move across the country. I can't catch a break. The email made me wistful and a little homesick. I really like it here so far. But I miss New York and my friends and my family. I guess that's only normal. On Adriana's birthday, instead of being drunk with all of my friends at Croxley's Ale House , I will be listening to Stephen Baldwin speak about becoming a born-again Christian. No, seriously.

Let me explain. The chick who used to live in this apartment was apparently an uber Jesus freak and all of her mail came to me. One piece of mail was a flyer to hear Stephen Baldwin talk about the changes in his life since he chose to accept Jesus Christ as his personal savior. I cannot resist -- I must check this out! It's at the high school down the street from my office so I'm going to go and check it out. It's the same reason I always watch when I'm flipping channels and I happen upon Kirk Cameron's preachy TV show. It's like watching the alien in the movie rip his face off. You want to look away but you just CAN'T.