Why am I sad and mad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.
Reasons For Bailing Out of the 5K Walk Last Night: 1) bruised knee, 2) allergies from hell, 3) pouring rain. Okay, it probably wouldn’t have stopped dbrus but I freely admit I’m a wimp.
Happy Birthday Wishes to same_sky and montfort!
Things That Might Help Stop the Grumpiness Before It Gets So Thick I Have to Chip it Off With a Fork:
- Eating all 10 of the fun-size 3 Musketeers bars my boss gave me this morning
- Keep thinking: The sun is out! It’s out, it’s OUT!
- Counting my blessings, especially this, this and this
Yesterday, I felt very crash-and-burning. This morning I felt much the same. This afternoon, my mood seems to be lightening with the sun. Funny how forcing myself to write about it makes it seem a little ridiculous, which in turn makes me feel better.
I finished reading Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood last night, and while I wasn’t thrilled with the ending, and at least didn’t throw the book across the room while ranting about writers that force one to buy the sequel, I kind of wondered where the heck she was going to go with it by that point anyway. I REALLY enjoyed reading it, and thought it was an all-too-scary-possible scenario for our world and our culture in too many in-your-face ways. I’m still mulling it over and I think it was responsible for several freaky dreams I had last night as well.
Swedish Words I’ve Mixed Up Lately Even Though I’m Well Aware of the Differences: Radhuset (townhouse) when I meant Rådhuset (city hall); Plåg (torture) when I meant Plagg (garment), Underlägg (placemat) when I meant Underlag (basis, materials)
Fluent, schmuent.