I had ice cream for dinner last night. I do that sometimes, just to reaffirm and assure myself that I'm a grownup who can eat whatever she damn well pleases.
Once again, I barely got some bill payments in on time last night. Thank God for online banking! Otherwise, I'd have been toast. I keep putting my mail in neat little stacks and then ... promptly forgetting about them. Weeks can go by before it dawns on me, "You know, you oughta open that mail." I need a better system.
The "going to bed early" stuff is history. Again. I'm back to staying up way too late. The later it gets, the busier I seem to get with stuff so that going to sleep is the last thing on my mind. I've been having to order myself, "That's IT, lights OUT!" at 1:00 A.M., and then follow through -- fighting it all the way. This ain't normal. Can't be.
We got a strange case in yesterday. This guy is charged with animal cruelty because a horse attacked one of his calves. And it wasn't even his horse. I had no idea that horses would attack. I've never been a bit shy about approaching strange horses, and I've never run into a problem with one.
The Neighbors From Hell still haven't budged. It looks like it will ultimately have to be resolved in court after all. At least they've been quieter. Maybe it was that night I gave one of them the finger in my nightgown. Not a very classy thing to do, but it felt good at the time.
My ankle has turned from black and blue to nauseating hues of green and lavender. I look like meat gone bad. Thank God it feels better than it looks.
I've banged up both of my knees on my desk drawers this morning, chipped a nail, and broken the chain on my bracelet. My watch has died and my cell phone has only one bar. Is there some new weirdness in the air that I don't know about? I have a headache.
Today, you're in charge. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to take the list of Words Gone Wild and use them in a story, poem, or whatever.
I had time to put my hair up in rollers;
feels so much better than flathead.
Well, ain't this just hunky-dory? Story of my life.:-)
|Your Anti Climactic Fortune|
Deep into your future, I forsee: A goal you'll never reach