Last week, I celebrated my sister Jane’s 40th birthday by taking her out on the town. It was all four sisters, and Jane’s two best friends since high school, and I wrote all about it in my COLUMN this week, called 40-Year-Old Version. Because tales of debauchery are always more fun with visuals, I made a little video to complement the story, which you can see right here:

Speaking of videos, I can’t remember if I posted this little ditty from the SoundDiego launch party: CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO. I was on the news this morning, again with my segment, Stepping Out With Barbarella. I’ll be back to post the video as soon as it’s up. Now on to a more personal update…

I think the recent time change really fucked with me. For three days, my nerves were all psycho, my chemicals were off. Simple things stressed me out way more than they should. David accidentally dropped a piece of food on the floor and I was near moved to tears I was so distraught. Frozen, couldn’t deal with the incident — food on floor, needs to be picked up, can’t move, oh no, going to die. I know, it doesn’t follow in a sane world, but that’s what the adrenaline does. Simple thing sparks crazy reaction, and suddenly you’re frozen like a bunny in a field — unmoving on the outside, but inside, desperately calculating the safest way to sprint into the bushes. I don’t think I had any additional stress, so I have no choice but to blame all my anxiety shenanigans on the time change.

Now that I seem to be on the flip side of mental agony, things are looking up. Sure, I still have tons of work to do, things to plan for — that Fireman Auction is in 2 weeks, I need to prepare and there is much to do. Work stuff, fun stuff, lots of stuff, my calendar is full. And that’s all fine and dandy, but sometimes I feel like a hamster, running in my wheel but not really getting anywhere. Then again, I’m not really sure where I want to go anyway. What is this? Spring melancholy? I need to regroup.