tardy

Ack! It's been way too long since I posted. And I still don't think I have anything to say that could be slightly amusing.

I've noticed this strange pattern in my life: when the high temp for the day stays below 45, I am surprisingly comfortable and non-cold. When the lows are in the 30s and the high are in the 50s or 60s, I'm insanely cold and miserable. Odd, don't you think?

Right now I'm trying to decide whether to learn Greek or Latin, whether to go to school and get debt or go to work and pay bills, whether to stay here or go there, whether to eat more or eat less, whether to make up my mind or dilly-dally, and whether to take a shower before bed or not.

And I'd like to report that I've had several delightful opportunities to use the phrase "hot-diggity" in the past several weeks. I don't desire frequency of occurrence, but instead find delight in the most appropriate use of the phrase, that is, finding an occasion for which the phrase is perfectly suited. And unfortunately the previous sentence does not call for such happy use of the phrase.

Words are delightful.

Here I am at my desk.

This morning occurred in a series of misfortunes. First my alarm sounded. And I hit snooze. However, the misfortune is not that I failed to wake up in a timely fashion but that I did get out of bed, take my shower, eat my breakfast, all in good time and still managed to be late to work.

Somewhere in the midst of all that I blew (or is it "flipped"? anyway, all the kitchen appliances and lights went off) a breaker, brewed the worst coffee known to man, put my eyeliner on crooked, picked out clothes that don't match, had to finish my microwave oatmeal on the stove, and burnt my toast.

The worst part is that my hair has acquired this phenomenal capability to absorb and disseminate the most obnoxious smells I encounter. It's not going to let me forget that burnt toast until I chop it off.

sigh