I can’t upload a picture today, or more correctly tonight, because I’m typing this from work and I’m on the computer that controls the whole store and if I download something that f**ks this place up, I am a dead woman. Well, not really “dead” but I’d feel pretty damn bad about it.

I haven’t been going out at night. I’m trying to be really focused on my writing and my beauty sleep and on how to be more productive during the day. And seeing that it’s ridiculously cold and unfortunate on the streets of New York, I have once again successfully managed to find a way to be home after work. Even if work ends at 10PM, the fact that I’m going home and not going out makes me feel a bit more responsible. My friend A. says it’s because I’m 30 and my body is getting tired. I hope that’s not it at all. I’m making conscious decisions, but now I need to know, do we really go out less as we age?

Anyway, March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. At least that’s what I learned in kindergarten. I’m still trying to figure out where February flew to… Fine, February is a short month, but still, why do I seem to be getting older faster and faster every year?

Whenever I think of that March/lion thing, I also want to say…I am woman hear me roar. No reason for wanting to say this really…as there is no reason for my writing today. Except that it’s March 1st and I wanted to post.

Oh, and I’m teaching another class at Toys in Babeland on March 20th…it’s called “How to Please Your Man.” Tickets: $30. Don’t wait til the last minute.

Kind of makes me sound like a pro, don’t you think?