Boring Crap

I feel so uninspired lately.  Maybe it's reality TV.  Maybe it's my recent birthday.  Or the movie High Fidelity.  Maybe I should blame John Cusack for the rut I'm in.  He's like the king of the uninspired.  I blame him.  It would be a lot easier than looking inward.  


I'm 28.  I live in NYC.  Which some would consider to be a pretty inspiring city.  I'm jaded.


In the past year I've - moved in with my boyfriend, left my old city apartment, changed my job TWICE, changed my haircolor 3 times, got engaged, thought about changing my job again, met new friends, lost old friends... basically I did a lot of things.  And yet, I feel so UNDER-achieved.  


I know I have something in me to write about.  It's what I do.  But maybe I need to write a lot of crap before the good stuff can be unleashed.  


I have this theory that we may have a carbon dioxide leak in my apartment.  Obviously it must be a very slooooow leak because we aren't even close to dead yet.  But it's enough of a leak to make us completely lazy and couch bound.  Which I have been for the past few days.  Even my dog is moping around the apartment like she's Hamlet or something and she has the weight of Denmark on her shoulders.  Lately, it has been a lazy household, let me tell you.  The thing is, we wouldn't even know if there was a carbon dioxide leak because I pulled the detector out of the ceiling a few weeks ago during a cooking mishap.   


OK, I must go now.  The Millionaire Matchmaker is on.


Stay tuned.  It gets better.