The last 48 hours have been a whirlwind of epic proportions. And of all the things there are to tell, and do, and unload about, I'm having a hard time figuring out where to even begin with it all. Or where to (figuratively) go from here.

I'm not entirely comfortable expressing myself about some of the things that are happening because it's not over yet, and to be honest there is really nothing I can write that would or could help the situation at all. So for the time being, the important thing to know is this: I'm rewriting my resume. And I have a mandatory five day weekend in which to do it.

How's that a firebomb of words that just about makes your head want to explode? Oh no wait. That's not your head. That's mine. How the hell am I supposed to update my resume while THAT'S going on?

So I'm just staring at this open document trying to just even figure out what address to put at the top. I thought that maybe by stopping by here for a quick dose of word vomit might help unblock the writer's....block... but not so much. Instead, all the things I'd love to be able to spew could be potentially harmful for events that need to happen in the very near future.

Awe. Some. NOW I have resume writer's block AND blog writer's blog. I'm pretty sure this is the epitome of a FML moment.


Anonymous said…
At least you have cold/er/ weather. :(

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