searching for my lost shaker of salt

I wanted to get so much stuff done this weekend. I wanted to clean excessively and go through all my stuff and decided what I should sell/donate to goodwill and what I should pack away. Instead I went on a boat ride and watched a lot of baseball... and blogged, clearly. I had a plan for if I was going to move to New York but, truthfully, I don't even know that I really want to move to New York. The buildings are so tall and the streets are so dirty, not to mention the fact that it's incredibly expensive. Yes, it is a cultural mecca and a city chockful of opportunity but when you don't know what opportunities you're even interested in letting alone looking for, it all seems kind of pointless. How can I be such a blank slate that I can't even figure out what I'm interested in? I know what I'm NOT interested in. I'm not interested in Politics. I'm also not interested in working in a doctors' office. I'm also not interested in manual labor. I suppose I could list things I'm interested in but being interested in watching TV doesn't really lead one to a lot of career choices. I almost wish I lived in the 50's when all I would have to do is find a husband and cook dinners. I think I would get so bored though.
I want to buy a paper shredder to shred all my secret documents. I have all these credit card offers and other random papers I want to destroy them all. Plus shredders look really fun.
Grandma Lee is here for dinner. I should go out and be social.
Thinking about my future makes me want to vomit.
Me as adult = disaster. Sorry, me as kid, you were doing so well...