I’m off tomorrow, of my own choosing (yay, vacation days!). That makes this weekend three days long! And that also makes today, Thursday, my Friday. It’s flying by at a snail on a sloth with a broken leg break-neck speed.
I know why Barnes & Noble will eventually go out of business. (Yes, they’re still in business.) They are acting like Blockbuster and Best Buy in terms of what they offer (a (possibly) dying commodity) and customer service (buying just one CD? It STILL takes at least three hours here!). It won’t be long until they close their doors for good if they keep this up.
What day is it? I was off yesterday so it can’t possibly be anything other than Monday, right? The stain on my shirt that I didn’t notice this morning until I was already at work and the wacky things that are happening make it feel like it’s Monday.
Unofficial Rorschach test results of my stain indicate it’s Australia, but it’s upside-down. Well, that just fits with the chaos of the day, which some nice person just told me is Thursday. Well, that’s good. That means tomorrow’s Friday and the weekend is just a sweaty summer day away!
Speaking of away, have you ever been around people whose every single thing they do turns into chaos? I feel like I’m circling the drain with them and trying to find something to hold on to. No! I’m Jack and/or Rose! And I’m on the back of Titanic waiting for it to submerge and I start kicking and kicking to get to safety. No wonder I’m exhausted.
How do people function like this? (Answer: they don’t.) Chaos should be a rare event, not a way of life, people. I’m too close to just sit back with a box of popcorn and watch. Must. Create. Distance.
Speaking of popcorn, check out some of the comedy stylings of Tig Notaro, she who’s comedy I enjoyed on my midweek day off yesterday. Sure, I America-d, since it was July 4th, but how much fun can one have knowing that normal bedtimes are in effect since work looms the very next day? Note to the holiday people: three-day weekend or not at all. AmIRight?
This random post brought to you by a midweek holiday that makes me confused about what day it is and chaos surrounding me that’s attempting to keep me from knowing which way is up.
Just. Keep. Laughing.
P.S. The shirt is black and the stain is only visible when I look down at myself, not in a mirror reflection, so there’s that.