i used to be awesome

i really did. i did amazingly creative things, even with practically nothing to work from. i used to send up reports to abc and david would call me because he loved how cool my tabs were. one book he spoke about for months after. when boring came to town, i found a way to be great.

now i don't know what happened to me, perhaps years of oppression have beaten me down, where i used to have panache, now i just have pooey.

or, on days not plagued by soul crushing workloads and impossible deadlines, where a glimmer of optimism isn't shot where it stands... on those days i mourn the loss as a victim of my success. i'm too important now, i'm so busy i don't have time, it's a shame, but hey, a girl's gotta eat.

however i got here and whatever spin i put on it... here's my wish for you: