Off Mood

Jul 31, 2011 20:39

Robin: "Holy molars! Am I ever glad I take good care of my teeth!"
Batman: "True. You owe your life to dental hygiene."

I'm feeling exceptionally chatty. That is not a good sign. I even spoke more than five words to the barista at the coffee place in the union. He wasn't even cute. And the coffee was only so-so. And here I was, chatting? I don't even know what about? School starting soon or some such crap. So much crap. And why? I don't know. I didn't even know I knew the word "chatty." It sounds like some spew from a romantic comedy or the Golden Girls. Chatty. Jesus Christ, I should just stop now...seriously.

Then I told a TA who was grading exams, "It'll all be fine, don't worry" as they were pouring their unwelcomed neuroses all over the lab. Normally I'd say something like, it's just rocks, kid, not fucking rocket science (except when it IS rocket science...although that hardly ever happens). Or, I'd make some dicky geology joke that went over their heads about pressure fractures. What's with my weird encouragement? It startled ME when I said it, and the kid looked confused too.

Maybe I'm just bored or tired?
I'm going to need about four days of silent scowling and sarcastic sneers to remedy this.
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