Oye Vey

I was thinking something today. Why is it I can post a couple statuses on Facebook throughout the day but I can't manage to sit down and write a few simple paragraphs? It’s not exactly as if my thinking is linear. In high school I’d daydream in Geography and start off in Australia and end up thinking about Twinkies. So, if this is the norm, it would stand to reason that a million little thoughts pop into my brain briefly before running away again. Plenty of fuel for the fire, right?

Maybe calling my life wreckage, as was pointed out by a friend, may be a bit of an overstatement. Beautiful disaster might be closer to the truth. It’s not perfect by any means but it’s certainly not that bad. It just feels like a train wreck sometimes. Especially lately with Patrick and Cherie mucking up my existence.

On the other hand, the bane of my afternoon is on vacation for 2 weeks so work will be a breath of fresh air for a little while at least.

I’m forcing myself to drink more water as my resolution to get healthier. My body needs to stay hydrated and I need to flush out the bad crap and start all over again. I’m keeping a small paper cup at my desk and every time I walk to the back of the office toward the water cooler, I take it with and force myself to down a cup. I’m on cup number 2 since this resolution.

I’m working on a writing commission for someone, writing the next chapter of a short story someone wrote for her once. It’s been a nice exercise in creativity for me. I’m going through it ok, getting a good plot going. I wonder if I’m trying to force too much into it since it’s only supposed to be a short story. It’s 3 typed (double spaced) pages right now and growing whenever I get the urge here and there.

By the way, “Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop” is, like, the creepiest song ever. It makes me think of stalkers and stuff. And, besides, no man should ever sing that high without getting kicked in the balls first.

Also, easy listening stations are the worst! I listen to that at work (or slowly go insane listening to the constant chatter around me. Cubicles suck.) and I hear the same 10 songs over and over and over. I guess what’s considered “easy listening” appropriate boils down to repeated Elton John, Taylor Swift, Nickleback, REO Speedwagon, and Cyndi Lauper songs. They throw in a little 80’s and a little 2010 but it’s still pretty reliable. If I ever get a hankering to hear “These Dreams” by Heart all I have to do is listen for an hour and sure enough, hankering solved.

Still, you have to respect that kind of predictability. If more things were that regularly predictable, we might be better off.

If only my new boss considered being that reliable, I might not be considering finding a new job.

Day 2 - 363 left to go.