I love my new site design. It's real and it's me and it's nice and I feel like I'm a writer now, even if nothing changed but a template.
Yes, a writer.
And even though I'm at the office today, I will soon leave and feel like me again -- the unstifled, writer me -- and I will meet up with Ish at the bar.
And there, with the sports games on all around me, I will play trivia and I will drink Old Grandad and if I am lucky I will WIN a LOT and everyone in the bar will wonder where the hell that bourbon-drinking blond came from and how she knows all those answers and I will know that it's because I am, among many other things, my father's daughter.
And I will be just a little obnoxious (but a lot of fun) and I will toast.
To my dad. Who would've been 64 today.
And then I will cry.