[swear words: not just for grandma anymore]
a list of minor goings-wrong, which in their entirety make up a very bad day.
we had to (read: volunteered to) drive friends to the airport at 3:00 in the morning yesterday/this morning. got back at five. slept not-at-all well and not nearly long enough.
my ipod's battery died with hours of work ahead of me.
the network hiccupped at a crucial moment (right as I saved all my work and was logging off), choosing that exact time to disconnect my computer and somehow in the process delete all the updates and entries I had made during the day. that's right, I worked all day and at the end have nothing to show for it. nothing. it is gone. all gone. unceremoniously deleted.
the cute co-workin' girl at work had her last day today. she leaves for ireland soon.
my throat hurts, and relatedly, my voice is on the outs. I am short-sighted: the tea I took to soothe it was very probably caffeinated which is why I can't sleep even though I'd quite like to.
the ctrl button on my keyboard is currently finnicky. unresponsive. in a 'phase.'
I can't get quicken's online update features to work properly.
I can't find a certain power adapter I need to find. I can't find my new online banking pin number that I swore I wrote down right here two minutes ago. I can't find my keys, my coat, my wallet, my shoes. oh I found my keys but set them down to look for my shoes and found my shoes but forgot where I put my keys. I can't find my sanity.
we're out of clean spoons. it's my turn to do the dishes and I have no one to blame but me.
we're nearly out of comfort-flavor ice cream. ... moot'd! no spoons.
it feels like today should have been a friday, but no. I still have that to look forward to.
as the venerable douglas adams might say in such a situation:
'this must be thursday. I never could get the hang of thursdays.'
thank you, mr adams. you left me just when I needed you most.
we had to (read: volunteered to) drive friends to the airport at 3:00 in the morning yesterday/this morning. got back at five. slept not-at-all well and not nearly long enough.
my ipod's battery died with hours of work ahead of me.
the network hiccupped at a crucial moment (right as I saved all my work and was logging off), choosing that exact time to disconnect my computer and somehow in the process delete all the updates and entries I had made during the day. that's right, I worked all day and at the end have nothing to show for it. nothing. it is gone. all gone. unceremoniously deleted.
the cute co-workin' girl at work had her last day today. she leaves for ireland soon.
my throat hurts, and relatedly, my voice is on the outs. I am short-sighted: the tea I took to soothe it was very probably caffeinated which is why I can't sleep even though I'd quite like to.
the ctrl button on my keyboard is currently finnicky. unresponsive. in a 'phase.'
I can't get quicken's online update features to work properly.
I can't find a certain power adapter I need to find. I can't find my new online banking pin number that I swore I wrote down right here two minutes ago. I can't find my keys, my coat, my wallet, my shoes. oh I found my keys but set them down to look for my shoes and found my shoes but forgot where I put my keys. I can't find my sanity.
we're out of clean spoons. it's my turn to do the dishes and I have no one to blame but me.
we're nearly out of comfort-flavor ice cream. ... moot'd! no spoons.
it feels like today should have been a friday, but no. I still have that to look forward to.
as the venerable douglas adams might say in such a situation:
'this must be thursday. I never could get the hang of thursdays.'
thank you, mr adams. you left me just when I needed you most.
2 very splendid and worthwhile comment(s):
Matthew Waters - I'm so very glad you wrote more. And so very sad you had a horrible thursday. Have you checked the freezer for your keys? Or perhaps they are hanging in the right spot? Whenever I put mine in the right spot, I can't find them. It's the last place I check after under the bed, behind the couch, in yesterday's pockets, in a drawer, in the bathroom, under a stack of books, and still in the car, all of which have held my keys at one time or another, and sometimes there they are: hanging on the key hook by the door. Who would have thunk it?! Can't wait to see you over break.
NO JEN now everyone knows my public identity.
what do girls want for christmas?
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