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I wake up. It's dark. I'm thinking I still have some "warm" time until afternoon, cuz isn't that what the weather people say? Nope. Thirty miles and 20 degrees later, I'm cold. oops. And wet! DANG. Stop telling me about an 80% chance of showers later when I can't even see out of my windshield because it's raining so hard!!
Then I get to my office. And turn on my computer. And I read that 5 people's heads were found in ice chests in Mexico. HEADS. In ice chests. Ugh. Pair that with 11 people shot and killed in Alabama and 15 people shot and killed in Germany and I'm like ...
... okay. Forget the cold. Forget the e-mail I don't understand about the list I'll never effing understand (work stuff) and this secret code I don't speak (work stuff) ...
How can you not let that sort of stuff bother you? You have to, or you're sick. Okay, maybe I shouldn't let it derail me, though. Dang. Can you imagine cutting off someone's head and stuffing it in a cooler with ice? wtf?
Gah.
I need to get a hobby other than keeping up with the news. Sometimes ignorance does prove to be bliss.
(BTW, I'm totally going to write a novel about our lives in Lockhart because none of you people would think it's real anyway, because it's so funny and cheesy and too coincident-ful. BTW, why do we own five houses in this economy? Sometimes I have to ask myself that, but I do trust my husband. But it still sounds funny. Not that I trust him, that we have so many houses. I can't wait until we have enough renters so I don't have to work any more. ;))
Then I get to my office. And turn on my computer. And I read that 5 people's heads were found in ice chests in Mexico. HEADS. In ice chests. Ugh. Pair that with 11 people shot and killed in Alabama and 15 people shot and killed in Germany and I'm like ...
... okay. Forget the cold. Forget the e-mail I don't understand about the list I'll never effing understand (work stuff) and this secret code I don't speak (work stuff) ...
How can you not let that sort of stuff bother you? You have to, or you're sick. Okay, maybe I shouldn't let it derail me, though. Dang. Can you imagine cutting off someone's head and stuffing it in a cooler with ice? wtf?
Gah.
I need to get a hobby other than keeping up with the news. Sometimes ignorance does prove to be bliss.
(BTW, I'm totally going to write a novel about our lives in Lockhart because none of you people would think it's real anyway, because it's so funny and cheesy and too coincident-ful. BTW, why do we own five houses in this economy? Sometimes I have to ask myself that, but I do trust my husband. But it still sounds funny. Not that I trust him, that we have so many houses. I can't wait until we have enough renters so I don't have to work any more. ;))