Work, Work, Work

The most glorious thing about my job is that I get an hour lunch break. (Yes, I am being a good girl and writing this during my break...)

I guess first I need to tell you all that I posted an ad to craigslist in the hopes of finding a roommate. There is something terrifying and slightly freeing about sending thoughts, hopes, needs off into the ethos (ie the Internet). I feel as though I am just a thought out here, not a real person with real hopes and dreams. Rather I am just a brain being played with by either a very nasty two year old or a evil genius. Its the whole what is real deal, amazingly I have not seen The Matrix in a while (maybe that's the problem).

Perhaps what made me think of all of this is the fact that none of you, who ever reads this, actually knows me (OK friends do not count in this instance, although I could argue that sometimes my friends don't get me either). To all of you, I could be some fat, old guy with a bad sense of humor. Or I could be who I say I am.

So I'm writing all of this just to say that I posted something to craigslist, something that I have never done before. And it makes me extremely nervous to think who might answer my ad. And I'm praying that its someone good. What was it that I wrote before about not just surviving? Well I have to admit right now I feel like I am just surviving, or at least existing. Can that be enough for today?