Go Outside and Play

I always get depressed this time of year. My husband (obnoxiously) loves Fall because of pumpkin-flavored everything and his birthday, or whatever.

pumpkin beer + Tom's birthday = happy husband

pumpkin beer + Tom’s birthday = happy husband

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An Awkward Realization or Two

My friends have been having kids lately. The more I think about; the more all of it marinates in my brain, I can come to only one, undeniable conclusion:

My parents were once young.

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Home Alone

We are still staying at my mom’s for another week or two while Tom’s knee further recovers. This week, Mommy and her fiance, “Cutie”, went away on vacation, so obviously we’re throwing raging keggers.


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Improv Rejuvenation

My god, it’s been a rough week. Can you tell, lovers and friends, when I’m really down? I try to keep my blog mostly upbeat, but I think you can tell. At the very least, Tuesday’s post was a downer.

I don’t know if it’s just my birthday or what, but I’ve been kind of depressed this week. I even gave up drinking for fear that it would make me sadder. *Including* passing up a margarita yesterday, which was a first for me. Mmmm margaritas.


I mean….

But then, after Amanda and I met over burritos and lemonade to plan our comedy empire, we went to improv practice group.

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That Time I Was an Archaeologist

Yesterday, I casually mentioned the summer I spent digging a hole. Here’s the deal.

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When The Party’s Over

Saturday was my awesome “surprise” party.

Then came Sunday. The day started out ok. My friend Rachel and I visited my aunt in the hospital, then ate some greasy Friendly’s food.

But then, it was time for Rachel to pack up and leave. Time for me to get to some tasks I’d been putting off. Time to get in wind-down mode in preparation for Monday morning. Monday comes every week, I’ve found.

I don’t know if it was my birthday, or the fact that the party was over, or returning to real life, or just my hangover, but I spent most of Sunday afternoon napping and crying about what I’m doing with my life.

I still haven’t figured it out. Has anyone? Probably.

Anyway, I’m sad that my 20s are over, but I have a lot to look forward to, so I might just rock my 30s.

Leave me some… moral support?

In Non-Selfish News…

I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals during the last week.

My aunt had surgery on Thursday, my mom on Friday, and my husband today. I’m drafting this in the waiting room as they’re working with him on using his crutches. I’ve found that I’m surprisingly efficient in waiting rooms.

Friday was the craziest day for me. I was up at 5 AM to drive my mom, I spent the afternoon/evening helping move my aunt from the hospital to ortho rehab, and I ended the day with a 10 PM pre-production meeting in Brooklyn.

You know, hospitals are kind of a bummer. And you have to watch out for germs. But I feel good. It’s nice to spend a day or two out of my week not being completely wrapped up in my own stuff.

And most importantly, my family is in various stages of recovery and doing well.

Tom and I are staying at my mom’s for the next month so he can recover in the downstairs bedroom. You can expect updates on that and, I’m guessing, Tom’s increased crankiness after not working for a couple weeks.

Leave us some love!

Early Morning Anxiety

Some days it takes all I have to get out of bed in the morning.

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I’m Going to Take an Annie Hall Quote and Make It Super Depressing

In a deviation from standard procedure, I’m postponing my Project Optimism post until tomorrow. For reasons that will now become apparent.

Yesterday, Tom and I watched Annie Hall for the first time. I know, I’m a comedy writer in New York and I should have seen it long ago. Mistake now corrected.
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Bad Days Don’t Always Start In The Morning

Yesterday, 7pm, I was riding the train home, stressing about one of my scripts (due to Will Smith today) and how I can make it funnier.

Amanda (founding partner of Super Best Friends Productions) called me and I started stressing more, thinking about all that we have to do on that project.

Then my mom called and asked if I could come over. This is unusual. I said yes but I had to check with Tom.

bad day 1

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