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I guess I should confess...

that I'm in need of a really good cry. It's not that I'm sad. Because I'm not. I just feel something welling up inside of me and I could use a little release.

that I even resorted watching to One Tree Hill in bed last night to try to get that "really good cry"...

...and then drinking a smirnoff (because I didn't have wine) and taking a hot shower (because I didnt' have time for a bath

that I started playing footsie with Ned about a few days ago thinking it would end there, but it didn't. 

that I'm may never ever escape Ned.

that I discovered the exact location of that really good chlorine whiff on 5th ave. It's 54th street in case you want to know.

that I fell asleep in Sheep's meadow today and it was so good that I forgot where I was. In fact I started to get chilly so woke up to turn off my ceiling fan, only to realize it was the breeze and I was napping in a public park. And that I had no shame about that. 

that I'm blogging right now from Rockefeller Plaza (thanks to someone's free wi-fi), while I kill time before my job starts at the Met. I should be preparing for my auditions. But I'm not. Or exercising. But I'm not. 

that I've become addicted to blogging, most especially right now anything to do with the Nielsons. I go to Nie Nie and C Jane Enjoy It and wonder at their strength and faith and the glorious writing and then I stare at those gorgeous pictures of Stephanie and her children and wonder if I've ever met someone so beautiful. And I find myself praying for people I don't even know. And I don't pray much. 

that I hate having to ask people for gifts (aka money) over the phone...even if it is for a good cause. I get it...no one likes the pushy phone calls, no one likes to give money away...but it's my job and I love the people I work with. So please...have patience with telemarketers and fundraisers...they're just trying to make a go of it like everyone else.

that I can't understand why not one man offered me his seat on the bus this morning. I stood there for an hour. Chances are I would have refused, but really--is chivalry actually dead?

that I just realized I actually have to do something other than this...oh damn, the real world beckons and I am forced to answer. 


naomi megan said...

meg, i love you. i love this post. i love that you fell asleep in the park, that you aren't working on your auditions, that you're praying for stephanie's family, that you watched one tree hill last night (while i've never seen it, i might have watched The Hills yesterday morning...) and that you are my friend.

we need to get together. i am in love with your blog.

Nicole said...

I love Meg more and more everyday!