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Summer is more than half over (no, I don't go by the actual dates, summer is always june through august for me) and I'm getting that sort of oh-my-god-i-have-so-much-to-do feeling. What I've accomplished thus far is mostly a lot of reading. I of course finished the Harry Potter book, which reminded me why I liked the series to begin with. Other than that I've been trying to keep up with the piles of books that Cam gives me, which I do a horrible job at. I've been getting stuff from the library too. I've also been watching lots of things from netflix. I would marry netflix.

When not sitting around and reading I've been trying to get more work. The local alternative paper wrote an article about my news station and how it's wildly popular but bringing down local news. Despite being a Fox affiliate (though owned by a different corporation) the story is actually pretty fair. I found it amusing. Though I was a little annoyed that they don't talk about what else we do right, how the technical crew is great, the editors and photographers. But whatever. I don't think the story was written by someone who really knows a lot about news.

I'm also working on getting a writing gig at the Oregonian. Just some freelance stuff for the A&E section but I really hope it works out. No offence to anyone reading this (and I doubt there are many) but I'd like to be read by more than five people. I need to find cool spots and events in Portland, if anyone has an idea tell me.

Two of my friends announced that they were pregnant last week. I'm excited for them, and I like the idea of babies, especially those I'm not responsible for, but I'm also a little sad. There will be no going out and drinking for the next nines months. Well, they won't be drinking anyway. One, Ami, is my closest friend and confidant around here. She's married so it's not like we have the kind of friendship that single women do, but her husband is really great so we get to see each other a lot and hang out and stuff. I'm also feeling a little left out. I'm reading too many of those books about 30-something women desperate to marry before their ovaries freeze and it's making me anxious. My boyfriend has told me that he never wants to live with anybody. Though I think this may change at some point in his life I'm a little concerned because I don't know that it will ever happen with me. The problem is that I love him and think he's a really excellent match for me. On the other hand I think I'm just worried about this because I feel like everyone else is coupling off and I don't want to be left out. Sensible people do not worry about maybe things in the future, but people like me who are born for worry excell at it. My personal life is good, but not really sorted in any way, so I'm trying to focus on work. Maybe if I can pull myself together professionally and financially I'll know what to do. That said, I do realize that if he doesn't change his mind, and I'm not getting what I need, I'll have to move on. And in a case like this where we're so perfect for one another in other ways, that... I don't want to say makes me sad because it seems like an inadequate word for the feeling of waste and unhappiness. But there it is.