I just read this article on nytimes.com that warns of the perils of blogging. But this article did nothing to discourage me - in fact, it made me fantasize about being a professional blogger, just like Emily Gould, the subject/author of the article. Sure, she mangled a few personal relationships and ended up suffering through near-daily panic attacks as a direct result of her job. Sounds kind of great to me.

(How sad is it that the terrible, sad details of her life are appealing to me?)

Mistake number one of the day: wearing a tube top to work. What was I thinking?

I have my performance evaluation this afternoon with my boss. Sometimes, comparisons between my professional life and 'The Office' are what get me through my days. That, and spending the first 90-120 minutes of my workday drinking coffee that my boss made and playing on the internet.

I think that maybe I'm a bad employee. But, I suppose we'll find out for certain this afternoon on an official human resources document, won't we?

I'm going to Detroit this weekend for the Jason Mraz/Matt Nathanson/Some Other Random Dude concert. The English language lacks the words to describe how stoked I am. The human vocal chords are unable to create the excited squeals that could convey my joy. And it's general admission. Meaning we will arrive much too early and then get the best standing spots in the house!

Then, Memorial Day Weekend. At my mom's house, on Lake St. Clair. The weather is supposed to be warm and sunny, but we'll see if that pans out.