Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Alive and picking

No, I didn't move into a Unabomber-style shack in the woods when I left New York, but as far as blog access is concerned, it's pretty close--my parents still use dial-up Internet. When I'm at home, it takes me about an hour just to check my two e-mail accounts and my friends' Facebook updates. The local library has free wireless, so I go there a few times a week for a few hours, but feel guilty if I do much besides look and apply for jobs. So my pop song countdown will either stay on its temporary hiatus for now, or it may return with no links. Haven't decided yet.

In other news, today is the one year anniversary of my unexpected gall bladder surgery. And I've never felt better! Actually, that's not true; for about six weeks I've had what appears to be chicken pox on my legs. I'm hoping they're just bug bites that have been made worse by my incessant picking. It would stink if I had shingles. David Letterman has been pretty unfunny since he contracted a pretty severe case a few years back.

So my blog is officially back. If the main topic of conversation after a month away is open sores, though, we'll see if it turns out to be a good thing.