My journal's friends-mostly except for The Outfit Saga, but I friend back by default. When you friend me, you should drop a comment here so that:
1) I notice and friend you back;
2) I don't wonder how you found me and spend 45 minutes poking around your old entries in an attempt to determine if you're actually my Crazy Ex-Boyfriend, Who Thought He Was Jesus (no, really), But Now Sells Men's Bathing Suits.
So I have not posted in an AGE. I am still living at Hacienda Backsonparents, and don't have access to a desktop computer at home, and I don't like composing long posts on my iPad. But today I am doing it. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. AND AMERICA.
The new job is great, although it feels a bit like I fell asleep and woke up in the 1998 Phi Delt Heaven and Hell party. It's a high-testosterone environment, and very hard-charging. The hours are long. The partners are very, very ambitious. That said, it feels far more woman-friendly than my last job. The partners are mostly men, but all of them are married to professional women. Even though you'd expect Seattle to be more progressive than ATL, the norm there was that partners were men width stay at home wives. That's definitely not the case here. I've already traveled once for work in the month since I started, and will again in a few weeks. It's exciting, despit how tired I am much of the time.
In other news, I have found a FABULOUS and enormous loft to rent. And I dyed my hair dark brown. It's incredibly strange how different I look-my entire gestalt is different. I'm watching boatloads of sports-Euro, Wimbledon, and now the Tour. And soon the Olympics! Man, I love summer...
I have had less luck finding a church-I went to the local Anglo-Catholic church, but I suspect them of harboring schismatic leanings. So now I'm at the Cathedral, which is conspicuously non-Marian (and no sign of the saints, either). SIGH.
A bit worse for the wear today. Of course, around 4, I got very, very sleepy. Forced myself out of bed by 10 AM, because Papa Backson is turning up this PM and I have a strong desire to portray responsible adulthood (read: a clean apartment) in front of him. Vaguely hungover (from the pain pills cocktail and the tiredness; no alcohol was involved) and super tired, and trying to tidy my apartment while background watching this modern-day Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde series I found on Netflix.
The upside: my phone is revived.
What would be totally awesome would be if (1) Percocet didn't upset my stomach or (2) if Mobic didn't give me raging insomnia.
About an hour ago I took the Percocet on top of the Mobic in hopes that the sleep-inducing properties of the former would triumph, but I'm presently painfully, entirely awake, and debating whether I should abandon all hope, put on my dressing gown, and read The Leopard.
What would be ENTIRELY SUPERIOR would be if this stupid sciatica would give up the ghost and I could go back to an unmedicated life, but so far, no dice.
ETA: abandoned bed. Drinking hibiscus tea, listening to the Britten War Requiem, and reading The Leopard. Not feeling even the slightest bit sleepy. WOE IS I, sigh.
Also, I had to join twitter so that I could join Pinterest. So if you are a twitter person, give me the high sign so that I can be following someone other than Levar Burton (who is, I'll admit, hilarious).
ETA: I am cdbackson, and I have not tweeted at all! Although I plan to. Oh, and on Pinterest, I'm charlottebackson, and I have decided the relaunch the Outfit Saga over there in a visual format, since I have a whole new climate to dress for...
Top Gear is strangely mesmerizing, isn't it?
ETA: Seriously, what I can't believe, British people, is that your government PAYS for this. Taxpayer-funded media in the US is so horribly edifying.
I haven't watched The Vampire Diaries in six weeks or so (rehearsals have been running late) and I am seriously extremely confused about what the heck's going on. Elena and Damon on a road trip?
Letting vampires go out in the daytime is cheating, just sayin'.
ETA: Also, I love the fact that the Originals live in a straight-up stucco-sided McMansion.