An Idle Brain is the Devil's Playground
Due to some inane scheduling strategy, it is slower than slow at the office today. I mean, it's Watching Paint Dry slow. Frozen Molasses slow. Turtles on Xanax slow. Sloooooooooooow.
And without real work to occupy my mind, a melange of disjointed, crazytown thoughts are buzzing about my head instead. It's very disorienting.
For Example:
*watching my feet as I walk down the hall*
"Do I walk like a duck? I think I walk like a duck. Or maybe it's these shoes. Do these SHOES make me walk like a duck? How do I fix this?"
*clicking randomly on jcrew.com*
"Hmmm. I'd like a new winter coat. Oh, that camel one is nice! Wait. I have one just like it. Hmm. What about a black car coat? Oh, oops. Have one of those. Um, well, oh! I really like that red pea coat! Except...yup. I already have a red pea coat. I think it's even from J. Crew. Well this is futile. Oh well. At least I know I have classic coats in my closet. Which reminds me..."
"I need to get to the dry cleaners."
*squinting at tiny cell phone screen, trying to figure out what these pictures sent by my MIL are*
"Is that...a Barbie RV set? Or a costume closet? Or...drums? Dammit. Why can't the Esposo's family just CALL me and ask what they should get Patoot for Christmas? Must they send me minuscule pictures from toy stores to my Came-With-The-Plan cell phone? We can't all have Crackberries, you know."
"Which reminds me...what am I wearing to the Esposo's family's pre-Christmas party this weekend?"
An so on.
In other news: I am WAY behind on my Writer's Group writing challenge. I know I just need a few days to make it. I can write and finesse 25 pages no problem. IF I had my own laptop, that is. Sharing one just doesn't work for larger projects like, yanno, WRITING A BOOK. We can share to update our Facebook statuses (stati?) or watch a movie from Netflix.com together. But the times when I actually have TIME is usually late at night when the kidlets are asleep and the Esposo has an internet show. Blissful solitude. Except...since he has an internet show, he also has the COMPUTER. It's all quite vexing. I need to get off my arse and just borrow one of the busted laptops that have been offered to me recently. It's past time.
Also: I am letting myself down, yoga-wise. The week after my Triumphant Return, we were in New York and didn't get home in time for my Sunday class. Then last Sunday I was sick. This coming Sunday? I'll be in NYC again (and while I will fight tooth and nail to get home early this time, you all know how well that works out). I am going to fall out of practice before I even get back INTO practice! Damn you, Life. Why must you complicate matters so? I think I'm just going to have to suck it up and go after work tonight or tomorrow. I hate doing it, because it means I won't see the kidlets before bed. But it's just one night. Right? :(
And in conclusion: my entire house is sick. Patoot got sick on Thanksgiving, then the Munchkin, now me. Esposo has been a Wonder Dad, trying to do all the late-night shifts so I can sleep. However, I feel his kindness will backfire and he'll be sick next. Oh well. The family that coughs together, stays together. Or something.
Siiiiiigh. All right. Need to find another way to procrastinate today...
And without real work to occupy my mind, a melange of disjointed, crazytown thoughts are buzzing about my head instead. It's very disorienting.
For Example:
*watching my feet as I walk down the hall*
"Do I walk like a duck? I think I walk like a duck. Or maybe it's these shoes. Do these SHOES make me walk like a duck? How do I fix this?"
*clicking randomly on jcrew.com*
"Hmmm. I'd like a new winter coat. Oh, that camel one is nice! Wait. I have one just like it. Hmm. What about a black car coat? Oh, oops. Have one of those. Um, well, oh! I really like that red pea coat! Except...yup. I already have a red pea coat. I think it's even from J. Crew. Well this is futile. Oh well. At least I know I have classic coats in my closet. Which reminds me..."
"I need to get to the dry cleaners."
*squinting at tiny cell phone screen, trying to figure out what these pictures sent by my MIL are*
"Is that...a Barbie RV set? Or a costume closet? Or...drums? Dammit. Why can't the Esposo's family just CALL me and ask what they should get Patoot for Christmas? Must they send me minuscule pictures from toy stores to my Came-With-The-Plan cell phone? We can't all have Crackberries, you know."
"Which reminds me...what am I wearing to the Esposo's family's pre-Christmas party this weekend?"
An so on.
In other news: I am WAY behind on my Writer's Group writing challenge. I know I just need a few days to make it. I can write and finesse 25 pages no problem. IF I had my own laptop, that is. Sharing one just doesn't work for larger projects like, yanno, WRITING A BOOK. We can share to update our Facebook statuses (stati?) or watch a movie from Netflix.com together. But the times when I actually have TIME is usually late at night when the kidlets are asleep and the Esposo has an internet show. Blissful solitude. Except...since he has an internet show, he also has the COMPUTER. It's all quite vexing. I need to get off my arse and just borrow one of the busted laptops that have been offered to me recently. It's past time.
Also: I am letting myself down, yoga-wise. The week after my Triumphant Return, we were in New York and didn't get home in time for my Sunday class. Then last Sunday I was sick. This coming Sunday? I'll be in NYC again (and while I will fight tooth and nail to get home early this time, you all know how well that works out). I am going to fall out of practice before I even get back INTO practice! Damn you, Life. Why must you complicate matters so? I think I'm just going to have to suck it up and go after work tonight or tomorrow. I hate doing it, because it means I won't see the kidlets before bed. But it's just one night. Right? :(
And in conclusion: my entire house is sick. Patoot got sick on Thanksgiving, then the Munchkin, now me. Esposo has been a Wonder Dad, trying to do all the late-night shifts so I can sleep. However, I feel his kindness will backfire and he'll be sick next. Oh well. The family that coughs together, stays together. Or something.
Siiiiiigh. All right. Need to find another way to procrastinate today...