What the bleep do I know?

Ah, blogging. How long I have dreamed of you, how I have planned you in intimate detail as though I was a little girl envisioning my perfect wedding.

Of course, now that I'm here I have no idea what to do.

Which is kind of how I feel about my life right now.

G-D that was an obnoxious statement. I hate being in my early 20's, mostly because I find most other twentysomethings insufferable.

Time for bed already at 12:30 am. I remember when I couldn't fall asleep before 4 am. I used to stay up and watch "Wings" on Nick at Nite because I was still somewhat awake but was drifting off, and "Wings" was about the intellectual level of humor that I could handle at that stage.

Now I watch two episodes of Frasier (currently in the unfunny years, sadly) and I'm done.
Gotta get my beauty sleep for another exciting day in customer service.

This is NOT what I moved back to New York for.