Madness In My Method

Cher's Turn Back Time

It's like an Ode from your Ex Bitch.

Moral of this song: Don't Be A Bitch (in the first place)

Secondary moral: Stop Whining About Having Been A Bitch In The Past

Some guy whom I can barely understand has called my more or less defunct pay-as-you-go cell phone and left 3 voice mail messages in the past week or so. In one of them he says, Well, anyway ... I love you. At one point it almost sounds like he's saying he's calling from Las Vegas, but it's a local area code. I can't understand the person, he sounds like he's high or drunk, and my voice mail for that phone should still include my personal greeting where I give my name, although it almost sounds like he says, "Hey, Nic," at the beginning, so ... no idea, and I have no interest in calling him back to figure out who it is. I hope the story is that some girl is trying to get rid of him so she gave him some random number that just happens to be mine. You go girl! It would be an absolute pain in the ass if I come to find out it's an ex of mine that still has that number or something, but the number isn't stored in the phone. *shrugs*

I got a bouquet of flowers at work for my birthday, and I've watched as one of the flowers just falls apart after about a week. For a test I decided to keep all the flower petals on a paper towel in the kitchen. Sure enough, they have been "disappeared" by the cleaning crew over the weekend. Really? I have been watching for the past year as our plastic drinking cups from Dickey's and Fuzzy's Tacos have also magically disappeared over the weekends. But flower petals? Did they not once think that maybe I was saving those for a particular reason? I wasn't, but it was still a fun little test.

There's thunderstorms going on over in Dallas, and none over here, and I'm moody and angry that they won't come my way.

Hello Monday.

Hm, I always have to forward (or create) an email back to myself when I'm adding info to an already existing email.

Wouldn't it be nice if there was an option in email clients that allowed you to "Add On" notes instead? It could be treated as though you had emailed yourself and could later be forwarded as though it were an email.

Eh, just random brainstorming this morning apparently.

I'm learning about accretion disks, because, um, I have no reason. Just because.

Also, I screwed up and set fire to a few of Paco's blocks. He has forgiven me, but I still feel like a heel. No, that's not a euphemism for something else. There is a box of blocks near the fireplace that I thought were for burning. I've only burned about 5 or 6 of them, but I feel pretty horrible now that I know they weren't there for burning. Bugger.

I think fire and I should not be playmates - especially when I'm sick. I'll leave the fire-making to my roommates.

Would someone like to buy a vinyl graphics, embroidery, and silk screening business for $28k?

First day of something not breakin.....shit.

So, Wednesday I wasn't able to watch The Bridge because my TV is managing to go out and is pixellating the crap out of any incoming signals. I tested two different component cables with the cable box and the DVD player separately, and then verified with a coax cable with the same results, so I know it's something within the TV. Tom lent me a smaller TV yesterday, which I'm hoping to get set up tomorrow. Otherwise, I felt most comfortable just sitting on the couch doing nothing but cross stitch yesterday.

I came home from class this evening and ran into Eileen who asked me if anything broke around me today.

Nope.

Right about then Amber Kitty came out of my room, so I picked up the tiny plastic whiffle ball she plays with and tossed it into the kitchen. It went not only between the fridge and the cabinet, which it does tend to end up in that small space often, but it somehow managed to turn the 90-degree corner and wedge itself behind the fridge. Eileen was witness to this.

I managed to "break" Amber's Ballball with one throw. :/

So, tomorrow, along with setting up the little TV, I'll also have to move the fridge out to retrieve Amber's little yellow whiffle ball.

At this point, I'm afraid to do laundry tomorrow.

Today ... is ridiculously wonky for me.


So, I'm cutting through the stack of receipts and mail piling up on my desk so that I can make sure I'm not going to fall into some unforeseen budget trap with the car issues that came up. This includes weeding through old emails online, which is why I was reminded of the conference that I'm presently missing that I just posted about.

Now, I'm looking at my mail and trying to figure out why my bank is sending me a new debit card 5 months in advance. I thought those usually come out about a month ahead of time.

Better still, I'm trying to figure out why my insurance is telling me I've been approved for an MRI brain scan requested by a doctor in Pennsylvania.

Yep - I've officially lost my mind.

And it's in writing, no less.

O_o

Crazed dreams have me feeling exhausted this morning.

I still can't force myself to scream in my dreams. I try to make a noise in my dream and it comes out as a tempered moan or something. I have the same problem with running in my dreams. I can never seem to get myself to run.

I just want to go back to bed and sleep for a few more hours.

I drank quite a bit of honey bourbon last night. Woke up with a slight hangover, which still hurts, but isn't of the death-level that most of my hangovers tend to be when I get them.

I had a realization about TV. TV appeals to our minds' need for predictability. Shows are predictable. Characters are predictable. Yeah, you get a rare gem here and there that goes against what you expect, but overall predictable foresight and hindsight are keys to the audience wanting to come back for more.

I also had a realization about my recent dating history. I deserve better. Maybe if I can keep hold of this thought long enough, I'll stop being quite so depressed about it. We'll see.

I took a pic of one of these at the antique mall when I was there back in December.

The combination of Japanese Government and Pesos on the same bill confused me, as I'm very much not a history buff.