Monday, August 13, 2007
The Mindset, Day After
My head spins, today.
So many wonderful memories from last night, dancing through my head. I arrived at work 10 minutes late, after 4 hours of sleep. By 3:30, I was facing 45 more minutes of textbook concentration, literally dizzy with exhaustion. I was home, and sound asleep by 4:20, quite a feat for an insomniac.
I awoke in a complete panic: I have to get to work! No! I have the day off! Wait! I don't work today! Why would I have the day off?! What IS today? Is it Sunday morning?! What's going on?!
My panic subsided, by Seventeen Fifteen. That's Military Talk for 5:15. Or should that be Seventeen-Quarter, or Seventeen 1/4? Is it even Seventeen? What's 12 + 5? I have no idea; why do I try to talk about things in which I have no idea?
My car is full of beanies.
I have doorprizes to drop off.
Crap, I forgot to take Mom's meds' to her.
Why did I buy new flip-flops for the big day, I have a blister on my foot.
I need to resize the photos, and post them on the website.
Who was that guy that threw us a $100 bill and got grouchy (but sweet-grouchy; he didn't fool me) when I thanked him?
I'm out of cat food.
Did I actually listen to a proclamation by a councilman while wearing a "FREE HUG" sign across my waist?
That Jesse was sure wonderful, she worked her butt off, while I did nothing.
I have to run to Walgreens.
Dona showed up! She worked her butt off too. I did nothing.
I can hardly wait for Billy to get back, I am so going to his party.
Glock 21 looks like my third husband-to-be, John Cusack.
Mrs. Cake made all of those pies, she rocks.
I finally met Jeff Facer, the guy that designed toys-for-troops.com. It's about time.
Yay, cousin Michael showed up.
Isabella, the little girl that put up the Mouse sign was there. Gah, she left before I got to talk to her.
Oreo's with Easy Cheese: Uh. Delicious. Yeah. That's the ticket.
JEREMY showed up, I can't believe it. He flew all the way here from Turkey, and his Mother, who put up THREE, count 'em, THREE Christmas trees, suprised the holy heck out of me on Sunday night. I love them. I'm not being flippant. I love them.
My blister hurts.
Rafael: Necesito mas cerveza pare estudiar mi espanol!
We gave Margaret $2.
I am up, once again, entirely too late.
Comprehensive thoughts to follow after proper sleep-ation.