Oh. Wow. Look at that. All of my freak-out triggers just fired. Every damn one. Why is it, again, that I don't date? Ah. Yea. Cause of that. There. This feeling.
I know I'm out of it not just because I flaked out on tonight's MA class and left work early with the "I have to be up at 4am and spend all day in Indy excuse" but because I stopped by Borders to pick up the new Greenday CD, brought it home, unwrapped it, put it into my computer... and thought:
"Hey, this sounds a lot like U2."
Look at CD again. Read label again. But the Greenday CD has a bomb on the cover, right?
Oh, shit.
Oh. Dear God. I bought that crappy new U2 CD instead of Greenday.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
I've created my own special kind of hell.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
In Which the Protagonist Engages in the Usual Sort of Freak-Out Behavior Related to the Stupid Things She Does When She Knows Better Than to Do Them
Writing Today
Writing today. More after class tonight, perhaps.
"You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy." -Erica Jong
"Let us not confuse stability with stagnation." -Mary Jean LeTendre
"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." -Iris Murdoch
"We don't see things as they are. We see them as we are." -Anais Nin
Booked & Paid For
New York, Feb 14-22nd. Well, actually, New Jersey. But I intend to spend a great deal of time on the train.
Up tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 4:15am so I can meet Yellow at the train station out here at 7am so that we can drive down to Indy for a project kickoff meeting.
Funny talking to him. I miss Yellow. He needs to come into the office more often. If only so I can check out his shoes.
