May 03, 2010
I Haven't Experienced Linear Thought In Three Months
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Oh my gawd, you guys, I can't blog at work anymore. I'm actually, I think, kinda important. I answered a phone call from the freakin' VATICAN last month. And this isn't even me-exaggerating-for-the-sake-of-humor; I'm totally legit here. (Did you know that even their low-level secretaries are cardinals? Dude was like, "This is Secretary Cardinal Brian Mueller." Seriously? I think I need a title change.)
And now that I'm trained to work on our website and spend half my days mucking around in HTML, I have become the person I feared -- the person who says, "When I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is sit in front of the computer." My blood ran cold just typing that!
I know I've been neglecting you lately, precious blog, precious admirers. And it would be easy to just shrug and say, "Oh, well, I'm busy. Out of my control!" And then snuggle my box of sangria on the couch while watching everything that National Geographic ever produced about ancient Egypt.
BUT NO! I will persevere! When the going gets tough, the tough get blogging! How do I think I'm going to get a novel written if I can't even commit to two measly blog posts a week?! I'm being tested. So here's some crap that's been rattling around my noggin lately.
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If you leave a comment and tell me that I'm interesting, informative, or an excellent source of news, I'm going to assume that you are a spam robot. Also, if your name is zxcvbnm.
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A few days ago, I was dead tired at 2pm. Not like I-had-pasta-for-lunch-and-need-a-carb-nap tired. More like my-plane-just-landed-in-Japan-and-I-haven't-had-solid-sleep-in-37-hours tired. It was weird. I actually went home after work and slept for two and a half hours, got up, ate dinner, watched "Dirty Dancing" (Damn, I'd forgotten how fucking hot that movie is!), and then went back to sleep for the entire night!
Now, I know that some people feel like they are a woman trapped inside a man's body. Or, there's the old joke, "Somewhere inside this fat body is a skinny person trying to get out!" So, is it possible to be, like, I'm a New Zealander trapped inside a Chicagoan's body? Because my internal clock just isn't on midwestern time. Is there such thing as an internal biological global shift?
If not, I am hereby copyrighting it and claiming all rights. Maybe I'll start a support group...
Comments
but you ARE interesting and excellent.....welcome back!!
Posted by: Vicki at May 3, 2010 10:59 AM