Insomnia

How do you know if you have insomnia? Maybe I've just kept some really bad habits from college, or haven't mastered the art of going to bed for good at a regular time each night. It has just become way too much of a struggle to quickly drift off into dreamland and just as quickly drag my aging sack of bones up out of my bed in the morning. If you know the secret, please share it with me. Warm milk, soothing music, hot water bottles, what is it?

I am going to have fun this weekend and I am going to complete my move out of the apartment in Bay Ridge. It's imperative that I accomplish both of these goals this weekend, while the opportunity is ripe.

R&R

Sunday. The day of rest. I'm taking some time to just read and reflect and prepare for the week ahead. I've almost finished getting rid of the furniture in the old apartment, and even thought I was trying to give it away, people have offered me money for it, so that's good. Nothing much else is going on besides that fact that I saw some old friends yesterday in Jersey. Dukies are so different outside of that university.

Rock Out with your Sock out!

Wow!

So here's the deal with Mr. Holley. I am the new Junior Copywriter at Euro RSCG Life x2. I'm very grateful to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for once again providing me with employment. Not only am I back in profit work, but the company is also paying for me to take class at the School of Visual Art, here in NYC. What set-up could be better to reintroduce me into academia. Although my new work keeps me extraordinarily busy, I've managed to move to Williamsburg and restart my dance training.

What else can I say?
I'm looking ahead with wide and hopeful eyes.

In addition to the dancing, writing, Ad class, and just the general hectic pace of life here in the city, I'm going to, once again, rededicate myself to this blog and possibly even a podcast to help me document this amazing and trying time in my life. Specifically, I wish to capture the different events that happen on a weekly basis and the thoughts and moods that pass through me and around me.

So, Socks...

I can't seem to figure this sock thing out. Do you roll them up together, do you put them in a special drawer do you count them all after every wash? What is the protocol for men's hosiery? I find myself wearing holes in them at an alarming rate and losing their mates as if it were a game of hide and go seek. It's at the point now that I ask for them at Christmas, grab them when I see them like they're eggs or loaf bread, its ridiculous. So goal # 10398-149038-0917 Figure out how to keep my socks together in number and condition!