ouch

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i took a tumble onto the wet, pine-needly street this morning on my way to the car. i know i scraped my wrist, but i may have bumped my head, too. i’m not sure. i don’t remember. if i fall asleep and don’t wake up again, you’ll know i had an undiagnosed concussion.
otherwise, i’m thinking i’ll cancel out on my father’s invitation to my step-uncle’s 60th birthday party tonight. although i wouldn’t mind seeing everyone, i would honestly prefer to do my shopping, go to the library and come home and putz around by myself. i’m not feeling particularily social and i have enough commitments this week. yes, this is me justifying being a hermit tonight. it’s not like you’ve never done it. stop looking at me like that.
i’m horribly tired this morning, but i’m wearing one of my new shirts which makes it all okay.

back to the grind

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i think my mother’s furniture hates me. every time i return from a weekend there some part of my body aches. this time it’s a peculiar muscle on the left side of my back. i didn’t even know of it’s existence let alone how much impact it had on all but the most smallest movements i make. so, i’m drugged up and a little bitchy.
just so you know, my tongue felt huge this morning.
while away, i did a lot of clothes shopping (two pairs of jeans, two long-sleeve shirts, one fleece pullover, one faux-suede black skirt, three pairs of socks, one black halter bra) and i bought meghan’s birthday present (blue chenille slippers). we went to see k-pax (t’was good. although, it’s hard not to love anything kevin spacey is in. i enjoyed the use of light — i noticed it, but it wasn’t overwhelming.), and rented the mexican (far too long for the story, but still enjoyable) & shrek (not as AMAZING as i was led to believe, but i enjoyed it for reasons all-together unrelated to the film itself). i visited with my aunts & uncles (one set i hadn’t seen in eight years) and tried to coax my cat out from behind the couch.
all in all, it was a good weekend away. now i’m back. you may rejoice.

tardy mpeg goodness

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my bad. i totally forgot about the mpeg. so, just to attempt to make it up to you, i’ll give you two today.
“Glycerine” by Bush
“Come Original” by 311
whenever i hear the former, i stop and involuntarily put my hands over my chest and forget to breathe. it has such strong memories and connections for me. the latter, well, it’s boppy. we need boppy on a friday, don’t you think?

it’s going to be a long day…

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car’s in the shop (rear wheel bearings & winterizing). woke at 5:30am. out door at 5:50am. arrive at work at 7:25am. yes. it took an hour and a half to get to work. and people wonder why i don’t take the bus every day.
on the up-side, by the time i get to the mechanic after work, i’ll have done my quota of walking for both yesterday, today and tomorrow!
the mpeg will be slightly delayed; but it will appear before the day is out.

help!

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being one to disdain and openly mock excessive collections of post-it® notes attached to monitors in the workplace, i find myself disturbed by the sudden proliferation of the little yellow devils which has sprouted from my own display. i’m just very glad i am not in possession of a camera so i cannot take a photograph of my shame to share with you, my beloved readers. it is tragic enough that i must express to you in words my descent into sticky hell. but, share i do, in hopes of somehow preventing another such tragedy from occuring in your life.
please, for god’s sake, don’t succumb to the post-it® lure… save yourselves!

dreams are weird

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i had a mildly disturbing sex dream about mark from work last night. it was disturbing because i don’t find him even the itsiest bit attractive. but, there he was, nudging and leaning and putting his hands on inappropriate parts of my body. then he got all pissy because i wouldn’t screw him. he went off in a huff only to come right back and try again. hey, what can i say? i’m irresistable!
i finally ditched him only to find sean connery working in a russian deli. so i stalked him for a while until i woke up.
now, despite nine hours of (fitful, too warm, busy dream) sleep, i’m nodding off at my desk. gah. it’s not even seven thirty yet. it’s going to be a long day.

acceptance 101

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have you ever felt like a foreigner in your own home? in your own office?
i’m trying hard not to feel excluded, paranoid and irritated by the fact that two of my co-workers who share space with me spend most of their days talking to each other in their native tongue. i think my irritation stems from the fact that they both speak perfect english and i find it somewhat rude of them to hold their personal conversations not in english. it’s almost like they’re using it as a code. a way to talk about everyone without their knowledge.
yes, i’m paranoid.
the weird truth is, they could be talking about anything in english i wouldn’t even pay them any attention other than to sub-consciously acknowledge the fact their conversation is making a noise i can hear. but, because it’s being spoken in something i don’t understand, i’m nervous and offended.
no, i’m not prejudiced.
when the irritation i feel starts to offend even myself, i take a step back and try to imagine what i would do. okay… i’m in, say, montreal. i grew up speaking english, but through necessity, i’ve learned french fluently to fit into francophone society (won’t happen, can’t stand french). i meet another anglophone in the office and we become friends. are we really going to have all our conversations in french? both of us native english speakers? can we honestly be expected to do so?
no. the answer is no.
so, what i’ve got to do is get used to the sound of tagalog being spoken three feet behind me and treat it as no more than routine background conversations i have no part of (won’t happen, i’m too nosy).

traffic reports on the half hour

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there’s an accident on the bridge (and it must be a bad one). it took me forty minutes to travel half a mile from where i got on the highway to the first available exit to get off. it would have taken me longer, but i drove the shoulder most of the way.
so, i’m staying at home until the traffic clears up. yay! another hour or two undressed and under the über-blankie. heaven.

ooh, lolly lolly lolly. lollipop!

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dammit, dammit, dammit!
i was all worked up and excited about discovering i could order dum-dums online only to be greeted by the small print: “we are unable to ship outside the continental u.s. at this time”.
if you love me and want to make me happy, you may feel free to send me dum-dums! i mean, the 120-count box is only seven bucks… i’ll pay you back!