I’ve been bummed lately. I’ve got myself a little overextended and March was rough and I have a million things to do and feel myself getting to that place where I’m so overwhelmed I just start feeding on the chaos rather than focus on anything and it’s not especially good. This morning I woke up at 5:00 am just chewing over my cud of project management (I know it’s bad when I wake up midthought about something — no rest for the wicked!) and decided fuck it. I’ll just get up, make some tea, and go to the 6:30 am NIA class to work some of this out.

Tea in hand, I sat down to check my email (a bad habit — diving right from sleep to web) and what’s this? Some random person sent me a message on MySpace? Another one?

No, not another one. Check out this bit of craziness.

Ok, I could be way off and come off like a total ass, but isn’t that what life is all about? If you happened to babysit me and my sister (the Watts’s) then I would be so excited to get a hold of you because you know what? I named my daughter Ariel, and somewhat of an influence of that was the fact that the two women I’ve met named Ariel (possibly one being you?) were such well-rounded, exciting and inspiring women that I felt the name could possibly carry such honors on to my daughter. So when I ask this next question I am either some random psycho you would happily admit to never having known, or you were somewhat of an influence on my early childhood…..did you ever sing the Sesame Street theme song during camp at Twin Lakes? Hmmmm….

Holy shit! Yes, that was me, I said. (Part of me can’t believe there was ever a time I was known for belting out the Sesame Street theme on stage at a summer camp, but then part of me realizes that yeah, of course I did that. In many ways, I’m still doing that. Just different stages, and different songs.) The internet, for all its random noise, delivers little gifts out of the ether sometimes.