Not tired enough to get off the couch where I obsessively watch episodes of Bridezilla (who ARE these people who act like this? I fear Middle America will eat itself) or Jon & Kate Plus 8. I now know all the kids by sight, or voice. I think they're adorable. Cara, Leah and Aaden are my favorites.
I'm too tired to do anything at work. Or is it ennui? Probably a serious case of pregnancy ennui with regards to work. I'm having a baby, so I don't care that the locker rooms are out of towels or that you lost your third quarter in a row in the tampon dispensers and now you are so pissed that you are going to send me a snotty email, railing about a building that has the temerity to charge 25 cents for low-quality tampons that should be free. Hey, try remembering to carry some in your purse! That's what I would do.
And let me let you in on a tiiiiiiny secret. The building is made of concrete and steel. It doesn't think, it doesn't feel, and it doesn't go out of its way to make your existence miserable. But I do, so be careful about the tone of the emails you send to me.
Well, we had some banner weather in Seattle over the weekend. 88 degrees on Saturday! Woo! No air-conditioning and a resident who hates all noise and general sounds of other people's joy....not so woo.
I had to walk to pick up the ever-failing car. It was probably just under a mile from our house, mostly downhill. I stepped outside the house and immediately had to pee. I went back into the house, peed and then retraced my steps. I got about halfway out of our street before I had to pee again. Sure it was just the phantom pregnancy urge, I kept walking. I was almost in tears by the time I got to the auto-dealership, every step threatened to force me onto the side of the road with a small weed for privacy and a couple of poison-ivy leaves as toilet paper.
I have now been stone sober for over two months. I have just one thing to say: it is seriously overrated.
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