The Daily Tannenbaum The stigmata of the single life.*

Dear blog readers who remain loyal and devour every new Daily Tannenbaum post when or if they happen,

I have been cheating on you.

It may seem like I am not blogging, but in fact I am. 

I’ve been writing at another blog.  It’s on the USMS (United States Masters Swimming) website. 

It’s called “Too Neurotic to Be Suitably Aquatic” and it’s all about my swim workouts and the music selections I play at the pool.

If you would like to see where I’ve been moonlighting, you can go to the website, but I warn you that it’s full of passionate swimmers, and strange emoticons, and nobody there calls me “Noelle.”

While we’re at it, I might as well make some other confessions.

• My copy of Stay is still on hold for me at Oblong Books.  I have not yet read it, despite considering myself a hard-core Allie Larkin / Greenists fan.
• I don’t think I’ve read your blog lately, unless it was about swimming.  I feel guilty about trying to break into a new cadre of bloggers while ignoring you, my dear old friend.
• I make the excuse that my 2-hour commute is wiping me out, but in reality, it’s a 1 hour-45 minute commute. 
• Last night, I meant to organize my finances, but I went sailing instead.
• My job doesn’t pay me enough to live on, and I have to get a second job.  I would like a job where I work from home, be myself, not have a crazy boss, and possibly write books.  I think that means I have to make money by using the internet, but I am at an impasse on how exactly to do that.
• I meant to make money off of this blog, and now there appear to be ads on it, but I didn’t put them there, and I don’t think I’m earning anything from them.  If anything, this is all costing me money.  I am scared that there are people out there who have figured it out, but I should be smarter than them.
• Am I too old to work as a waitress for the first time?
• That was bullet point wasn’t really a confession as much as a rhetorical question. 
• I changed my Facebook status to “In an open relationship” which means that I finally gave into Birmingham’s charms again, but this time I’m the one who’s not ready to commit. 
• It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, I wrote this post as a new page instead of a new post, and then freaked out when I couldn’t find it and I thought I lost my draft.  (That also explains where this post went, which I thought I lost many months ago!)

Almost on a daily basis, I wish it was 2006 again.