When I started this blog, I thought it was going to be about the process of becoming an adult — you know, figuring out what I want to do with my life, changing the world, singing “What Do You Do With a B.A. in English?” every day, stuff like that. Because, you know, I’m in my twenties, and it is therefore not unreasonable to assume that I’m, you know, an adult. Hell, 150 years ago, I would be married and having children; 700 years ago I would probably be on my third kid and running a household of one size or another. If I were a guy (or a particularly enterprising cross-dresser) I’d already have learned a trade and be working at it.
Instead . . . Well. Here’s what an adult apparently does with her morning on the first day of February in 2013.
1. Wake up.
2. Fall out of bed.
3. Drag a comb across my head Make coffee.
4. Shower.
5. Watch an episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena because I promised some people I would.
6. Feel like that was a productive use of the morning.
7. Realize that wasn’t really a productive use of the morning.
Coming to the Edge 