Let’s just say it’s a good thing that I’m not trying to write full-time right now. I just don’t have much of anything to say.

I turned 29 last Friday. Emily pulled off the first surprise party I think I’d ever had in my life, with a bunch of folks from work. I was having a terrible day and in a foul mood up till that point, even though I knew we were on our way to eat green chile in San Francisco’s new New Mexican restaurant. I was so legitimately surprised that my bad mood evaporated entirely.

We watched the worst Oscar show ever on Sunday, while playing my new favorite board game (Thebes) with Gris & Anna. There were even a bunch of movies I really liked winning, but they really have to start replacing that show with a monotone script-reading or something.

The jury I was on disbanded on Monday, after the case was settled. I was pretty sure I’d be excited to write about that experience, but the conclusion of the proceedings were so anticlimactic as to seemingly render the experience moot. There were two phases of the trial and our ruling on the first was supposed to lead to the second. Instead, it prompted the parties to settle the second rather than have a few more days of trial. Clearly the preferred solution for the parties and for my fellow jurors, but I was hoping for a full experience. So it goes.

The week was another week at work. I’m trying to appreciate them but most of my efforts are coming up short. I’m taking joy in my statistical reports while lamenting how little response they garner and how little they’ll probably influence anyone’s decisions.

The weekend was lazy and unproductive by design. Kind of like a decision to binge-eat junk food – it sounds good at the time and one gets settled into the idea and even excited. And agreeing to do it makes it better, but fails to leave one with something other than a bad feeling in one’s stomach at the end. Something like that.

March, I expect better of you. I should be all inspired and stuff by now. Maybe I’m just too old.