Today I asked of The Collective: Hey you guys remember when we used to all have (personal, not Collective) blogs and post on them and stuff, sometimes DAILY? That was awesome. Hee.
Because remember when we ALL used to have blogs? Not just The Collective, but all of us? And we'd post to them daily or almost every day or even MORE THAN ONCE A DAY? What happened to us?
(My theory: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. I blame that trio of time-temptresses for all the non-blogging around these parts.)
Anyway. I've somehow gotten it into my head that I can't post here unless I have a Topic, one I've researched (even if that only means digging through my own archives) and written and actually edited from its rough draft form. Which is great and all but I have a job so HONESTLY how can I be expected to put that much thought and/or effort into something like that every day?
My point is, get ready for some random shit.
Do you guys ever forget what day it is? Sometimes when I'm at work and I need to look at the calendar for something, it takes me a moment to remember what month I should be looking at. Because surely, SURELY, it cannot be May already. So I scour the rest of the calendar. Is it still April? Is it January? Is it LAST August? And then I realize that it's May 18th so not only is it May already but May is practically over. WHAT. HAPPENED.
I ate a lot of orange things for lunch today. (I DON'T CARE WHAT THIS BOOK SAYS, I'LL WRITE ABOUT WHAT I WANT.)
Orange things I ate: carrots, baked cheetos, FANTA!
Non-orange things I ate: PBJ sandwich
Today I tweeted about the book I'm currently reading (Everything Matters!, which, everyone get on that) for #fridayreads and the author answered my tweet. I am surprisingly giddy about it even though I'd never heard of this author before Joe bought me the book for my birthday. Speaking of, Joe bought me NOTHING but books for my birthday (love him) and so far each one has been a win. Go Joe.
It's super nice outside and everyone I've spoken to today would rather be anywhere but work but they'd ESPECIALLY like to be outside. Joe and I both tried to think of excuses to get us out of work today (none are forthcoming) and we don't understand why "I don't feel like being here right now" isn't an acceptable reason for leaving work early.
This morning I woke up about an hour before my alarm was set to go off because I had to pee really bad, which I hate because then I'm always like, "it's only another hour...do I get up and do something productive or try and fall back to sleep?" I hardly ever fall back to sleep in the morning when I have less than an hour to do it, but this morning I felt myself drifting and got really excited because MORE SLEEP YAY but then...then there was this godawful animal noise from outside and my eyes flew open. I think it was a cat? But it sounded more like a baby being strangled. I mean, not ENOUGH like a baby being strangled that I went to investigate but enough to give me goosebumps because it really was the most unnatural noise I've ever heard. Max and Phoebe both agreed because they, too, were startled from sleep. What was it? Will I ever know? I wish you could Google noises.
I don't even know what else.