I skipped April Fool’s Day this year. I mean, I was there for it. I was awake and active in the world or whatever, but it completely slipped my mind until fairly late in the evening, and I wasn’t aware of a single prank. This morning, John showed me the Firefly one on Reddit (which I can’t find right now). That was a good one, if mean. Oh, and I saw the Google Nose thing after I got home last night. I don’t mind missing it. I don’t usually do April Fool’s. It makes me wonder if that’s how April is going to go, though. Am I going to miss every other day? Or rush through the whole month? Maybe I’ll just view everything through my congested fog. That’ll be fun.
Going to bed early didn’t work. I had crazy dreams and I woke up too many times. So what’s different? I haven’t been overeating, I haven’t been drinking caffeine much (and what I’ve had was all gone no later than mid-morning), I haven’t been exercising at night… I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary the last couple of days. The only thing I can think is that sleeping sitting up (because I’ve been so congested) is just not working for me anymore.
Boring boring boring boring.
I’m putting off stuff I don’t want to do, but it’s not leading to interesting stuff here…
Hmph. I might be boring right now, but my book isn’t.
People annoy me. I had lunch today with someone I’ve barely seen or talked to in months (we don’t work together anymore), and it was kinda good and kinda awful. Awful like I don’t want to talk to her anymore. Good like it was nice to catch up, but awful like after about 20 minutes, I couldn’t handle listening to her (and didn’t want to share anything from my life, either). Lunch ended eventually, though, and I got to come home and relax a little and then I got to go to yoga and relax a lot. And now I have to give Roxy her medicine (her 5 tons of medicine), so I’m off. Sorry for the lack of entertainment going on up in here.
Hey, guys, I tried. I only have one thing on my mind today, and I will most likely write about it tomorrow. I stared and stared at this little blank window, but I came up empty. Also, I’m tired and also also, I’m getting up early tomorrow, so I officially give up. Good night!
Miserable at home today*, but at least it’s drizzly and icky outside, too. Better to have the outside match the inside today. After I stopped working, I rushed for the internet looking for fun distractions. I was disappointed. I managed to spend several hours being distracted, but nothing stuck out as wonderfully fun today. I might not be in the right mood. I am in the mood for a fig newton, though. Hey, I might be hungry again. It’s amazing how much I don’t feel like eating much when I can’t taste anything. Anyway, the internet failed me this evening, and I just don’t know if I can forgive it. Also, I don’t know if I can continue making sense under the influence of cold medicine. I was about to wax rhapsodic about Stanley Tucci.
*Today was better than yesterday – I’m definitely improving.
Hey, guys, I have to dive into my book, so I’ll be in hiding tonight (except for yoga class). Possibly tomorrow, too. Book Club is this Friday, and according to my Kindle, I’m only 12% into Wild. Not cool.
Have a video (from The Daily What):
Can you imagine? I’d like to think I’d turn into Spiderman and be halfway up the elevator walls if I thought the floor was dropping out from under me. I’d at least be hanging on to that rail for dear life.
Why do I always think this will work? When I don’t have any great (or middling or even bad) ideas for the blog, I think I’ll be inspired by something on the internet. An hour later, I’ve got nothing. But at least I lost that hour. A precious hour when I could have been reading.
Sorry, guys. This is pathetic.
Oh my god, guys, the high for Sunday is only going to be 51 degrees. It’s 80 today. Is the world insane? (Yes, but for other reasons.) Are we all going to get sick now from the temperature ups and downs? (Again, yes.) Am I going to make sure I spend some time enjoying the warm air this evening? (Very much yes.) I may also stop by DSW on my way home. The weather may be nice for the last time this year, but I’ve got priorities.
Kind of? I mean, I’m definitely sorry, but not so much that I’m posting more than this tonight. Because I’m tired. And it’s late, or getting there.
Is it better to have a post that doesn’t say anything (and shouldn’t really count) or just to not update the blog until I have something to say? I have stuff, actually, but not the time to devote to it. Let’s try again tomorrow.
I……ain’t got nobody. Oops. That just came out. I meant to say that I don’t have anything to say today. Which is not really worth saying. But I said it anyway. As you can see. If I tightened that up a little, I could turn that into a tongue-twister.
This is going to be one of those cop-out posts. We went to Oxford today (and had a wonderful time), but we didn’t get back until 9, we just finished dinner, it’s 11pm, and we’re getting up (relatively) early tomorrow to go to Evesham. So Oxford (and pictures) will have to wait. Maybe I’ll have some time tomorrow.
I feel like a slacker when Derby Day comes up and I haven’t planned any sort of Derby party. Oops. But I’m watching (of course).
I had a very successful shoe-shopping day, and once the Derby is over and we’ve eaten, John and I are going to go to our local comic book store for Free Comic Book Day and then hit up the Haagen Dazs around the corner for a sundae.
It’s been a very nice Saturday.
You know something? I’m pretty good at babbling. Sometimes it’s entertaining (I hope. It is to me, anyway.). More often, it’s not. And sometimes it’s surprising just how long I can go on about something (like school, for instance) before I realize it’s boring. To you, to me, to the dogs. Flat out not interesting to anyone at all. I TRY to delete (deletedeletedeletedeletedeletedeletedelete) that stuff. Like I just did. Blah blah boringcakes.
Unfortunately, there are some times (like, oh, I don’t know…now?) when I don’t have anything rattling around in my head to replace the long-ass rant I just deleted about the waste of time and money my statistics class has turned into (because a full half of this course is a repeat of the last two chapters of the previous statistics course, a course that was a pre-req to this one – I get review chapters, but these two review chapters are the only subjects on the @*&$%&*^ midterm – that was a much more concise way of putting it). Do you think that’s going to stop me from posting? Hmm?
Maybe. It depends on a number of things. Like, what time is it? How tired am I? Is my book particularly engrossing? If the answers are a) late, b) very, and/or c) ohmygodyes, then no post is forthcoming. Sorry. If it’s today, however, and the answers are a) midday, b) not particularly, and c) have you looked at the time? What do you think I do all day that I could be reading my book right now?, then the fact that you’ve read this far should tell you something. (Psst. Come here. Closer. Just you. You’re my favorite.)
I know, it’s one thing to keep saying I want to post more and a totally other thing to actually do it. I’m working on it. But not tonight. Tonight I’m studying. Actually, tonight I just finished studying and I’m going to bed. Going to work early tomorrow, leaving work early to take my final for data modeling.
To keep you busy (ish) until I’m back (which should be tomorrow, since I have most of a post written), you can visit Jess’s new blog tumblr! Go, see, laugh. She’s got a new link over there on the on the right, too. ——> Right there. Ish.
I’m still here, I swear, but it’s been a busy week and I have to run out the door to work on my project for class. I have stories, stories about accidents and dishware and voicemails and donations. But they’ll have to wait, and so will you. Trust me – I’d rather be writing here than working all day. Silly work.
I have no words of my own stuck in my head. Only songs. Songs from commercials, songs from musicals, Christmas songs – all kinds of songs, but nothing to write about. Unless you want song lyrics. I’ve got plenty of those. Rhythm, too. Who could ask for anything more?
I’m sorry. I’ll go now.
(I said often frequently only once.)