professional communicator.

i used to call myself a "communicator by profession AND hobby"

... i think i'm losing the hobby bit.

the other day when i said i don't talk on the phone unless i get paid for it, i wasn't kidding.

it's 9:47 p.m. i just got off the phone with co-worker where we, for the last 30 minutes, talked about walls. that's right. walls. concrete, post and panel, tongue and groove, cobblestone walls.

are there even a half hour worth of things to say about walls, you ask?

yes.

... earlier today, i talked walls with contractors and engineers on the drive home from work. during working hours? chalk me up for another 8 hours of wall convo. oh, i can't get enough of them!

when i was in college {writing pretend p.r. plans about tuna} i never IN MY WILDEST DREAMS thought i'd devote time to walls... or street lights... or the 14 different kind of pavements there are. i thought my time would be spent talking about television... or media... or current events... those "superficial" things i like so much.

but here i am. talking about walls and loving me some orange barrels.

friends - i really am sorry about the lack of communication. i can't talk on the phone anymore. not only can my brain and voice and ear not handle it anymore... my phone can't handle it. it's a sure fire bad sign of over-talking when the battery dies at 4:30.

andi - sorry i missed your call about coming to town. sorry i didn't call you back in time.

alex - sorry i you had to call me three times to ask if i could pick you up from the airport.

lauren - sorry we made a phone appointment three weeks ago and i haven't been able to follow through.

lara - sorry we used to talk 2.5 hours a day, but it's been weeks since we talked last.

this isn't like me. this isn't my normal self.

someday it will change.

maybe.