Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Mooning My Mood
I've thought (deluded myself) all day that I was immune to the rays of the Foul Moon. Now I'm not so sure. I'm suddenly restless and punchy as hell. I find myself trying to do five things at once, and none of them well. And I don't even want to be doing them. I want to do something else. Trouble is, I don't know what. This ain't good.
Somebody gave me a cashmere sweater for Christmas, which I wore to work today. Now I remember why I own no other cashmere sweaters. I hate it! I was itchy all day from all those little white fuzzies clinging to my black pants, my hair, my eyelashes, up my nose, stuck to my lipstick. Ugh.
I'm suddenly wondering a few things.
- What the hell is wrong with plumbers? I've been waiting on one to come and unclog my drain since Tuesday. All they can tell me is, "You're on the list." If he doesn't show up tomorrow, I'm defecting from the list and calling in someone who'll either show up or have the chutzpah to say he's too busy to come.
- What possesses a woman to go out in public wearing a black bra under a sheer white blouse?
- I saw a latex glove lying on the parking lot this morning. It made me wonder (in an unsettling sort of way) what somebody had been up to. Does that creep you out as much as it did me?
- Can anyone explain to me why I had to scrape ice off my car this morning but had to turn on the AC this afternoon? Do you think Pat Robertson really knows something?
I still don't know what I feel like doing, so screw it, I won't do anything. I'll just blog. And then I'm going to go listen to Leonard Cohen sing "Hallelujah."