Back to work blues
Posted By Missy on January 1, 2009

Messing around with our respective cameras selfie. Coney Island.
Tomorrow I return to work after being off since December 17. I’m feeling really bored but I’m nevertheless regretting not scheduling my time off until the 5th. My thinking, brilliant at the time, was that I should ease my way back into work with a one-day week, a one-day week in which most others will still be out.
Bored. I was just thinking about how much of my break I’ve spent in my pajamas, listening to WOXY and staring at my tree or spending inordinate amounts of time on the internet.
Then again, I was thinking about how I hung out with friends on something like six separate occasions; I got a tattoo, and watched the whole season of Flight of the Conchords during the initial pajamas-wearing healing of said tattoo; went to the dentist (no cavities!); watched Twilight (you read that right), Flight of the Red Balloon, Burn After Reading (kind of a stinker), L’Eclisse, His Girl Friday (again), Reprise (again), Singles (also again, partly out of a bout of nostalgia and partly because it popped up as a recommendation when I discovered that I could stream Netflix films), Wall*E (brilliant beginning that slides unfavorably into Making A Point), The Secret of the Grain, The Dark Knight, Christmas Vacation and A Christmas Story and a few episodes of The Young & the Restless; I helped my mom shop for a new leather recliner (so she can, you know, watch Wall*E) and played with my brother’s dog; saw a band with the man I’ve been seeing and rode bikes to and from Coney Island on my birthday with him; had a birthday and, subsequently, a couple of birthday dinners; celebrated two others’ birthdays and an engagement; shot and developed some film for the first time in awhile; crashed a film critics pre-New Years gathering at the Brooklyn Inn, though stood inside to stay warm while this podcast was being recorded; at that bar, bumped into an old friend from my grad school days whom I haven’t seen in over ten years; I did a little yoga to counteract the slow December weight creep; I cleaned my apartment and my closet; I got a massage and a pedicure, and I read a fair amount (though probably retained little); I left Brooklyn only to travel to Ohio; I wrote my goals for 2009, which are ambitious and risk over-scheduling my time at the expense of having more fun.
Really, I don’t know why I think I need that extra day. Besides, I also need to ease my way back into Manhattan so I can spend this last holiday weekend getting myself to that Eggelston retro and to experience, hopefully, the womb. Let’s go, 2009.

























