Ambiguous indicators of a possible transition into adulthood:

• I just got a Linkedin account, though I am having trouble finding the motivation to actually fill out my profile--mostly because my work history feels like one giant, diffuse, aimless facepalm. (Also, come on Blogger, can't you autocorrect those two hyphens to an em-dash? I thought we lived in a civilized time.)


• I have almost $3000 in my savings account... but I still live with my parents. I have made two extra payments on my car loan... but I still live with my parents.


• I wore a classy dress to work on Thursday. But because it was from Target and very chintzy, the back seam split at some point during the day. I do not know when. I could have been walking around like that for hours.


• I am dating a guy who does not have a Facebook account. He used to have one, but he deleted it. Yeah, let that one sink in.


• I have a job involving project management. Is there any job description that sounds more grown up? I manage projects. But don't get too excited; they're small projects, so far, and I don't always 100% know what I'm doing. Indeed, sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing.


• I usually drive home from work with the windows down, no air conditioning, because my body has basically permafrosted during the workday.

Anyway, dear reader, how are you?

Things that have been going on lately:

Reading: Infinite Jest and Nate Silver's book, The Signal and the Noise. And I started Karen Russell's book of short stories, which fills me with outrage because she is so talented and wunderkind-y. But Infinite Jest is really amazing; I've read it before, but there is always more to see. Also it may be the only book I have ever read that has made me very sad, almost heartbroken, for reasons other than the death of a character.

Listening to: Spinto Band, Delgados, Les Miserables. Trying to get into Martha Wainwright's latest CD.

Writing: Stuff I'm actually getting paid for. It's weird; a Craigslist gig that has grown into a larger project. But it's kinda awesome.

Watching: Bunheads. Here is a list of things that Amy Sherman-Palladino loves, based on this show and Gilmore Girls: smarm, small towns, unfair mother-figures who jump to conclusions, wasted potential and/or subversion of expectations, lots of allusions, groups of teenage girls and their dramas, and a certain coterie of bit-part actors. Also it seems like she's more than ok with dancing. The central question of Bunheads is, Can Sutton Foster carry a TV show? I think she can, and she's definitely growing into it.

Oh, also I started watching Girls this morning. I'm sure I'll carefully rant about it later, after I finish the first season. Prepare yourselves.

Faxing: Went to fax something yesterday at Kinkos. It was SUPER EXPENSIVE. Why? WHY? It seems like all methods of digital communication are getting cheaper, but it cost me almost $20 to fax ten pages. Also the machine skipped one of the pages -- arguably the most important one -- so the whole thing became an even more monstrous hassle.

Hounding: Meryl is dreaming, making these little whuffly barking noises. Also I made her a coat, out of a fleece blanket. Coziness abounds.

Thinking: The last few months have been weird.