the microphone smells like a beer

I'm sitting in my new office. Four days a week for three hours you can find me right here while the littlest little is in preschool down the road. Okay, so my office is a coffee shop called The Bagel Mill, but they have wireless internet access, my favorite coffee - decaf hazelnut with just a little cream because I kicked my sugar habit- and great ambiance. The only downside is they can't seem to keep their coffee hot enough, but I would never actually tell them because I think I'm too polite for that. They do have the closest to NY bagels you can get in this town, nevermind their competition is Dunkin Donuts. My favorite bagel is salt with plain tomato, nothing else, in case you ever wondered. But I don't eat the bagels because I can't eat food in the mornings and I'm not feeling all that into food at all these days. So like I was saying, I'm sitting in my new office being a writer, because that's what I am. Okay, so right now judging from my work this past morning I'm apparently a writer of emails and im's and I've spent too much time putting together a new blog, but my future plans are really bigger than that. You know, like win a Pulitzer or make money or something.

Big news in our town today. We've traditionally had two local newspapers that come out once a week. The one owned by a corporation bought out the local family paper. I feel so sad. The local family paper is actually the one that offered me a super job with very little pay (the one I couldn't take because of those four sweet children who actually need to see a parent every once in a while) but I fell in love with the paper as the publisher spun the tale of the early beginning to now. He really loved that paper. ::::sigh::::: I hope they gave him a good price and he makes a dream he's perhaps had in the back of his head all these years come true with it.

It just makes me sad to see the little guys get bought up by what I've convinced myself is a cold conglomerate. And I'm always disappointed to see the world of journalism consolidated under one entity's hand because I'm a big believer in conspiracy theories where the right-wing takes over every media outlet and renders us all brain dead. I'm sure half the town will be out picketing about it later.

Oh, the sheriff also found $10,000 worth of pot growing in a cow pasture, but I'm sure it was just growing wild and there's actually no criminal intent behind it. Like I care, I think pot should be legal anyway. I think alcohol and cigarettes are more dangerous.

So that's my update from Maybury today. I need to get back to work. My work as a real writer and all.