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I'm really tired and my contacts are getting too dry but I just like, can't go to bed. My sleeping habits have changed so much since last summer...I don't know if it was college that did this to me or what but it's physically impossible for me to hit the hay before 1ish. Of course then I don't get up until 10 or 11 and by then I've missed my favorite time of day. Maybe I should try staying up all night and catching the morning from the other end. I'd get a hell of a lot of scrapbooking done. Sheesh!
Yesterday my dad and I set up a computer for my grandparents, which made me kind of sad. Despite the fact that I am pathetically addicted to electronic communication, I would love to keep things more simple. Fewer rules. Live from present moment to pleasant donut...
Anyway, the computer just looked awkward in my grandma's sewing room. I was standing there as my dad was sorting through the tangle of cords and my grandma is telling me how the desk that we're putting the computer on was the first thing my grandpa built after they got married and I realized that that means that the desk is almost 60 years old. A 60 year old desk with a Dell sitting on it. What? Good grief. I swear one of these days...
In other news...the sticky soon-to-be-students, their flat out rude parents and my six bosses at Da Max, despite some very impressive efforts, have not succeeded in ruining the #2-pencil-scented glee of back-to-school season for me yet. Today a customer asked me if I had accepted Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. Another lady called me a liar when I told her that we were out of protractors. A guy asked me if we carry playdough. And although I may not have responded to each with a smile, I can honestly say that I am downright giddy at the prospect of the 24 pack of the ultra-fine Sharpies going on sale.
A commercial for Ambien just came on. I think it's mocking me.
So, let's see today is...the 4th? 16 days until school? Hmph. That's not good, spatially speaking. I've spread out and nestled in here. Things come off and stay off. Shirts are hanging on chairs and door knobs, books are dog-eared, film needs to be developed. I don't know where my hairbrush is. I need a haircut, and my mom owes me money. Hmmmm that means I need to clean soon. Yuck.
Joke of the day:
Why can't Helen Keller drive?
-Because she's a woman.
No, really, why can't Helen Keller drive?
-Because she's dead.
Give yourselves hugs and kisses from me.
Yesterday my dad and I set up a computer for my grandparents, which made me kind of sad. Despite the fact that I am pathetically addicted to electronic communication, I would love to keep things more simple. Fewer rules. Live from present moment to pleasant donut...
Anyway, the computer just looked awkward in my grandma's sewing room. I was standing there as my dad was sorting through the tangle of cords and my grandma is telling me how the desk that we're putting the computer on was the first thing my grandpa built after they got married and I realized that that means that the desk is almost 60 years old. A 60 year old desk with a Dell sitting on it. What? Good grief. I swear one of these days...
In other news...the sticky soon-to-be-students, their flat out rude parents and my six bosses at Da Max, despite some very impressive efforts, have not succeeded in ruining the #2-pencil-scented glee of back-to-school season for me yet. Today a customer asked me if I had accepted Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. Another lady called me a liar when I told her that we were out of protractors. A guy asked me if we carry playdough. And although I may not have responded to each with a smile, I can honestly say that I am downright giddy at the prospect of the 24 pack of the ultra-fine Sharpies going on sale.
A commercial for Ambien just came on. I think it's mocking me.
So, let's see today is...the 4th? 16 days until school? Hmph. That's not good, spatially speaking. I've spread out and nestled in here. Things come off and stay off. Shirts are hanging on chairs and door knobs, books are dog-eared, film needs to be developed. I don't know where my hairbrush is. I need a haircut, and my mom owes me money. Hmmmm that means I need to clean soon. Yuck.
Joke of the day:
Why can't Helen Keller drive?
-Because she's a woman.
No, really, why can't Helen Keller drive?
-Because she's dead.
Give yourselves hugs and kisses from me.