I've been sitting on this red suede couch for 36 minutes and I feel out if place. It's not the music that has been blaring in the background (in fact, that might be the only thing putting me at ease) and it's not that the birthday girl is late to her own party...its not that I'm freezing in my halter top, or that I'm tired or that I'm alone...here...waiting. Surrounded by people whose only connecting factor with me is the girl whose birth we are celebrating...what am I do here? Writing blogs. My neck hurts from bending it down to look at the screen. My eyes are watering from trying to focus on this extremely small font and I'm almost certain I'm starting to get carpool tunnel syndrome in my thumbs. I belong behind computer screens, in pajamas and curled up on my couch. In bed by 11:30pm so I insure that I will get 8 hours of sleep and be well rested for work in the morning...I just know I don't belong here.
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