I'm so procrastinating balancing my checkbook. It's not funny. And I have an expense report to fill out, and a flight to book, and I know it's not in my best interests to not know how much I (don't) have, but I can't handle the thought of 25,000 receipts waiting to suffocate me.

So I'll update instead.

I keep wondering how March is almost over. But then I realize I was gone for more than half of it, and it makes more sense.

And since my flight to Spain I've become obsessed with my frequent flyer miles. Must only fly Delta and Continental. Must get more miles. Oh, that flight's more, but see, I get miles! My goal is to have enough by summer so I can go somewhere beachy.

I've just been snaked by the travel genie. It's expensive, yes. But I'm a single, hip girl with a world to see. So I'll go and I'll see. And Visa and I will duke it out later.

Both Miranda and Pony are going out to San Francisco next month. Separately, but I find it odd that they'll both be there within days of each other.

Frisco is definitely one of those cities I'm drawn to. A lot of powerhouse companies in the industry I'm in are out there, and I know a decent handful of people who've gone over to the SF flipside. Sometimes it's tempting. But it's scary enough to think about moving to a city I'm familiar with in a state that I love, let alone a place I've never even been too.

I don't know what I'm doing. But I'll figure it out.

Just a year ago I was so unhappy at the Brand. I was ready to quit. And then out of nowhere they promoted me to my current position. My dream position. And what if I had quit? What if I hadn't stuck it out? That nag pulls at me when I fantasize about moving. What if you quit too soon, Hannah? What if what if what if?

And I don't know! I can only guess and hypothesize and make lists. Ohio Pros and Cons.

But there's only one pro: my job. And is it worth staying here just for that? Most days, I don't think so. So somehow I just need to make myself hate it. I need to think of all the stupid stuff that goes on and all the gossip and false promises. Maybe then the hotjobs search results will look better. Maybe then I'll be able to picture myself working somewhere else.

Could I possibly complain anymore?

Probably.

T minus three months and three days until the big 2 - 5. I don't know why I'm freaking out about it. Twenty-four feels young. You're still pretty much fresh outta college. You've got leeway.

Oh, not 25. It's adulthood, responsibility, start-thinking-about-the-future. You're crossing over from your peppy, silly early 20s (to be said in your best Bring It On voice) to your buy a house, have some muffins late 20s. And y'all know what late 20s lead to? Early 30s. The horror.

This update almost makes a month of no Hannah worth it, don't it.