I don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am! It’s also Song Lyric Sunday and this week’s theme is plan.
don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am!
I don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am!
I’m surprised I allowed myself to be confused for so long. After other things that have happened here, it should have been crystal clear to me what the answer was. Not only that, at this point I think I should quit my day job and enter the military as a code breaker. I have an untapped skill set I could use for good and it would save me from dealing with this moronitude any longer.
It’s been almost 9.5 months since I fell down, went boom, broke wrist. The journey back to the rink began today when I purchased my new pair of roller skates.
(Boy, that was wordy.)
A spam comment started with this: “Keep functioning.” (A) Thanks, bot, for the encouragement said in a really weird way. (B) How did you know I’m struggling to function?
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.
This past weekend was a three-day weekend in the U.S. Judging by the people I’ve interacted with already this morning, I think we all need a do-over (or at least another day off or so).
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