Business and Busyness

Never in my life have I been this busy. One time in college I signed up for two whole extracurricular activities and found that attending weekly meetings was too demanding for my lifestyle. My Monday and Wednesday schedules could not handle the loss of a couple hours of sitting my dorm room playing Air’s Talisman on loop while drawing caricatures of people I didn’t like. After just a couple weeks, I dropped out of the student government to pursue illegally downloaded reruns of Family Guy because that’s more my speed.

That is no longer an option in life because despite my constant yowling and notarized demands, my friends and family have refused to space out their major life events in a way that is more convenient to me. This brings us to the busiest two weeks EVER. I’m possibly busier than Oprah but frankly, I just don’t have time to personally correspond with her anymore so I don’t know for certain. Sorry O.

Does this all sound like pissing and moaning? I didn’t mean it to. It may be the caffeine WHICH I’VE BEEN DRINKING IN HIGH ENOUGH QUANTITIES TO MAKE MY HAIR TINGLE causing another bout of verbal diarrhea. Here’s the thing: turns out that I am a completely different person from the blue haired girl I was in college. I'm digging on this nonstop chaos. Last week I learned how to cram 40 hours of work into about 24 hours while planning a bachelorette party and throwing the big company picnic so that I could take a 4-day weekend at the Bologna estate with the family and the newly born Nugget who is officially the cutest baby EVER and if you’re not comfortable with that magnitude of a hyperbole then please send me a picture of the infant that you think is cuter for a side by side comparison. Or just save your stamps because I can already confidently say your kid would only rank about a 4 on the scale from 1 to Nugget.

I challenge you to be cuter

So, yeah, Nugget already rocks harder than anyone I know and he’s only up to crapping his tiny little pants and emitting wails of rage. Really cute wails of rage that will eventually make me do things like pat him on the head and pinch his cheeks when I’m finally allowed to touch him. Anyway, most of the weekend was spent cooking, cleaning, errand-running and staring at him while he slept. There was also one incident of backyard mojitos.

Beau and I drove back from Wu Jersey on Monday and I’ve been banging out work ever since. Even now I’m simultaneously typing this entry, licking the remnants of my lunch from a Lean Cuisine tray, and hollering at a vendor. This is an unprecedented level of multitasking for me. Why? Because this is another 3-day work week. Thursday night I’m leaving for the Cape where She-Ra is getting married in a multiday bonanza of festivities.

Until probably mid next week, this is Dangerous K signing off. Stay classy, Internet.