Not Myself
I feel...out of sorts today. Time is like this random thing - I look up, it was 10am, I look up what seems like moments later and I've missed lunch. What next? I'm going to look up and it'll be 9am again! (What is scary, is that could possibly be the case as everyday feels like the same one over and over.)
I'm listening to John Mayer. It's good snowy day music. Today is the umpteenth day in row that it has been snowing. I don't really mind. It's really pretty and it's not that cold.
I'm finally hungry now. I could probably go and get myself a sandwich, but I'm feeling sort of lazy. Maybe I'll wait until I'm crippled by hunger, and then eat anything in sight. Hm...That's a tough decision. Either one involves getting off my bum.
Anywho--there is not much else going on today. It's boring - as usual and my mind has been sucked into a vortex and may be unrecoverable for a while. I'll update later if anything exciting happens. pshaw!
ADDENDUM 1 (added 5:09pm):
I am so annoyed right now. And the reason I have to post this is because my life has been so boring lately that I feel compelled to blog about anything that stirs me even a little. Anywho--I am annoyed. The source of this annoyance is a Christmas card I just got in the mail. You know how when people get old, they start thinking that who has what illness is interesting? The letter in this card was just full of hospital visits of other family members and recoveries and grandchildren *pukes*. It was by far the worst Christmas card I got this season. I mean, I love the person (really, I do), but the Christmas card made me projectile vomit on my co-worker and now HE'S not happy either. My point is (yes, I'm going to attempt to find one) that if I ever get old and boring, please shoot me, or give me hallucinogens or something. I never want to be boring. I don't ever want to write to people I know about other people's strange diseases and consequent hospital visits. Uck. Please, I hope I write about strange things forever. I like being looked at funny, it keeps people guessing. I MAKE LIFE EXCITING, GODDAMNIT! (Ok, so that was boastful, but I'd like to think I add some unusual nuances to the lives of the people I know.) Thank you. Rant is complete.