The joke at an old job was that my secret Native American name is She With Many Windows Open. The dock on my OSX browser frequently hosts about ten open internet windows at the same time, including everything from AP news, to Kim Cattral's IMDB page to the lyrics to Styx's "Come Sail Away"...(very important stuff). I think it's a compulsion, an addiction to random, useless and mind cluttering information. (For example, just now, after writing that sentence, I opened a new window and logged onto Facebook...and I don't even understand what a "poke" is).

In general, I have the attention span of a pop rock. If I try to actually focus it gets worse. Everything goes haywire and I feel like Beaker or Linda Blair when their heads spin around (they should date). Suddenly, it's a combusting information orgy (pardon the mixed metaphor) of Jeffrey Wright's latest speech, recent MySpace message from Good Man in VEGAS (yes, I'm very popular with MySpace stalkers), salsa shoe online store, LinkedIn message from former acting class scene partner, Netflix que, 10 Ways to Avoid Dating (or something like that) article on yahoo homepage that sucks me in, and an email from my mom. Yes, the jury's out, not only are Obama's halcyon days over, but I cannot dance in three inch heels, social networking has not improved the quality of my life, and it's definitely time for some Ridalin.

I'm just overwhelmed by life right now. At a certain point (like 36), you can't go back to the old ways of doing things (i.e., stressful desk job, lots of coffee and unhealthy relationships). Well, the coffee isn't going anywhere, but it's clear that the path from Point A to Point B isn't a straight line. No, apparently, it's filled with lots of meanderings, distractions, and FaceBook surveys...

Just for today, I can forget what the point of this blog was...