Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
So keep reading! You never know what'll happen.
Instead of working on rock stuff all day, I slept. I needed sleep very very badly. Then I got up and turned on CNN, to coverage that the space shuttle had burned up on re-entry. I can't believe we lost a shuttle. I know that the NASA guys assume the risk, a necessary risk, for advancing the species and all, but it still sucks. My heart goes out to their families, and to that Project Manager.
I was going to write about how I couldn't breathe through my nose from Monday until today, but my pitiful snarfling nasal adventure seems so inconsequential now.
Breathing is good, though. (Did you know that if you can't breathe through your nose while you're sleeping, you snore and drool?)
