September 21

  I had in mind a really coherent and funny post about several awkward things that have happened to me recently, but then I got a call from my mom and now I feel terrible. I mean,  moving is one thing, but doing it before I can come home (getting out asap, like next month, is the plan) and say goodbye/salvage my stuff is another. No, Mom, I don't know how much you should sell my bed for, because I was planning on putting that in my own house someday. Although now that I realize I will never be able to afford a house, I suppose this is less of an issue.

  Does putting this kind of stuff here bother anybody? I mean, since the point of MLILT (ostensibly) is to laugh at my terrible life, not cry at it, do depressing and emotional posts detract from the blog? I'm thinking they may be annoying or off-putting to the dozens of A-list editors whom I know are reading this and just waiting to offer me a lucrative book /screenplay deal. I'm going to put a poll over on the right sidebar so you can weigh in.

  In related news, heavily influenced by CB's love of positive psychology and the dollar bin at Michael's, I started a gratitude journal. I'm liking it so far, because it's such a motivating force to look for good things throughout the day and remind yourself of the little positive things that happen. However, even my positive psych journal is somewhat tainted with failure: yesterday's entry included being thankful that it wasn't raining when I rode the bus too far and had to walk back home through a strange neighborhood. Oh, well.

  I've felt a little better since starting it, but I think my problem is not that I don't appreciate the little good things in life; it's that the good things are so small, and the bad things are so big.