Kirsten's Desk

‘Cause I’m always a bit late…

I decided a long time ago that I wasn’t going to talk about stars or follower count or anything like that. In part because I find it distasteful, but mostly because I am thisclose to becoming waaaaay too obsessive about it. It’s better to just keep it at arm’s length and post for the joy of it. And this is the last you’ll see on the topic from me.

Red wine has started giving me sinus headaches. This can’t be good.

It’s official: my boss is leaving at the end of the year. This is extraordinarily sad. Who am I going to give the finger? But on the flip side, my role is changing and I can start handing over some of my work. This is good.

Gave up trying to grow my hair long. I’ve noticed that its texture has changed now that I’m over 40, it doesn’t manage well during the awkward stage, and I still haven’t found an ace stylist. I’ve gone back to the pixie cut. Life is easier this way.

I need to clean the basement, decorate the house, dust the furniture, wash the floors, and start Christmas shopping. I need a clone or a minion. Or both.

I’m trying to be gracious and accepting about the fact that I’m 43 and time is marching on. But I miss my 22-year-old legs and ass. And metabolism.

My phone battery is in the yellow. I’d better end this.