i'm being childish and I don't care...

Okay, now I grant you that I get to work at least an hour after most of my co-workers … but that doesn’t mean I appreciate being jumped upon fifteen seconds after I arrive with questions about why libraries do things the way they do. For heaven’s sake, I was still booting up my computer. I am barely conscious at that point of the day, much less being able to formulate discussions about library of congress call numbers. Gah. Let me drink some coffee first!

I LURVE being the translator for all things library… (not).

Also noteworthy here at the U is the first signs of fall … the emails requesting spare tickets to football games have started to arrive. Not being a crowds person I fail to see the lure of spending the day with 500,000 of your closest friends … but it seems to work for a lot of people.

And while I am bitching about random nonsense… I am being not quite stalked on Facebook by my high school classmates. I guess they finally woke up to the fact that this should be our 25 year reunion. (Yes. I am old. Just not in my head.) Now I didn’t exactly have a good time in high school. It was better than my middle school experience, but that’s not really saying much. I keep telling myself to be the better person and let the past stay in the past … but these people (for the most part) didn’t like me 25 years ago, so why are they all over me now? I know people grow and change, and I shouldn’t hold childish transgressions against them. I want to be the better person. But I am not really feeling inclined to be the gracious one here. But we’ll see. They’ve set a Saturday in October for a casual get together, so maybe I’ll think about stopping by. I guess I could always get drunk and puke on their shoes :0)

I do love to laugh… and I did plenty of it yesterday when I got a spammy email from a well known company that sells foundation garments. The subject line of the emails read “BOTTOMS WITH BENEFITS.”

Well, that just made me splorfle coffee all over my computer monitor.

The best part is… I twitter/tweeted about it, and the company @’d me back to say they were glad they made me laugh, and perhaps their emails should come with “put down the coffee warnings.”

What I really wonder is if they understand WHY it’s so funny…

I really wonder…

befuddled

What with the final re-writes before posting "The Noiseless Tune..." yesterday (which in my head is still called what google docs titled it "Ianto wakes suddenly, panting") I seem to have fallen off the drabble wagon.

 

It's indicative actually, as I seem to be at the start of a depressive downswing. The signs are all there ... the urge to eat and sleep much more than usual... the complete disinterest in organizing myself... the feelings of loneliness and isolation... the urge to cry for no sensible reason.

 

I've been pushing myself to be more open and truthful and real in my writing, so I'm just putting this out there as the state of me today, lumpy emotions and all.

 

When I try to explain these feelings to people who don't get it (you either do or you don't), they always sort of get wide eyed and think they need to DO something. There's no need, really. I've been riding this current for a long time, and only had one really bad crack-up and that was years and years ago.

 

Today is just a blue day. Other days are other colors.

 

It's just time to do some self care. Buy some really good coffee ice cream. Curl up on the couch with my kitty for a nap. Find something silly to watch on my TV.

 

And wait to see what color tomorrow is.