I Want a Party Pink Macaroons And a Million Balloons And Performing Baboons

So my title bar is back (yesssssssss) and all is right with the world?

My grandmother sent me a Halloween card this week and for the first time ever she actually wrote a message in it. Usually it's just, "love, Gram" and that's all. I was impressed by this and called her. This is not another first time ever thing, but I don't call her very often.

Something she said made me feel a little strange. We talked about my job for awhile, then she said, "what do you do outside work?" All I could think of is that I watch a lot of tv during the week and on the weekends friends from out of town usually visit.

So I looked back in time to April 16, 2006, a time when I speak most of my days daydreaming about what I would do after I left law school. Am I closer to getting there? Yes, I have finished novels again. But I still haven't made any art, my digital camera sucks (I want this one), I'm not involved in yoga, and I won't even go downstairs to the gym.

I guess I haven't been out of law school that long (3 months living in the DC area?), and I have done a few really cool things like take all those cooking courses. But, I'm like that lame girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:

Veruca: [singing] I want the world. I want the whole world. I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my bar of chocolate. Give it to me now!

I really have come a long way, I should really stop whining and chill.