First off, a huge thanks to all of you who offered words of encouragement yesterday.
I used to try to keep all the “woes mes” out of this space, but this time around I’ve vowed to just write whenever I feel the urge, and sometimes I get the burning desire to put words down when I’m upset.
Today though, I’m back to my old mood swinging -go lucky self.
Oh fuckity, I just remembered we have a $400 electric bill due this week!
Holy divine mother of my soul, I just found 5 popcorn kernels in my bra! SCORE!!
I found myself with a little free time this afternoon, and I’m trying my darndest to be productive. By “productive” of course I mean “finish the book that I’m reading” (so I don’t have to keep staying up late to read), and catch up on the last 2 years of blogs that I’ve missed reading. Those tasks seem simple enough. However, I am suffering horribly from the A.D.D. and O.C.’s (over caffeinateds) this afternoon.
After I got off work, I went and dog-napped my boyfriend’s dog Potter to keep me company this afternoon because she is super cute and really easy to talk to. Also, because she really reminds me of my favorite animal the Sloth Bear, minus the wiggly bottom lip.
The problem is that she’s discovered how to push her tennis ball under neath every item of furniture I own, so I’ve spent most of the afternoon lying on the floor looking for balls. (Yeah, yeah, I see you ball joke)
In addition, there seems to be a ghost in my kitchen because Potter won’t go in there, no matter what. I don’t even have doors on my kitchen, it’s just an little space beside my living room. I even tried putting a chex mix pretzel on the ground to see if I could coax her in. Nothing. Though I’m fairly sure, had I put one of those brown toast chex’s on the floor, she would have entered- but those are too rare to risk it.
In addition, my brain is consumed with all these burning thoughts and questions that are keeping me from concentrating.
What’s the difference between pink lemonade and regular lemonade? Is it just the coloring, or do they taste different? For the last few days, I’ve been switching back between the two and I just can’t figure it out. Sometimes, they seem to taste the same.. but other times the pink one taste like pink. A blind taste test is definitely in order.
Where have all my socks gone? I’m not dealing with the classic case of the washer eating one of my socks. Nope, this shit is serious. I’m missing dozens of pairs of socks. Both of them. I only even wear socks when I work out, which is rare these days, so it just doesn’t make any sense.
Why does your need to pee increase with the proximity of a toilet? I swear, I could hold my pee all day long as long as there isn’t a toilet nearby. But say the word “toilet,” picture a toilet, park my car at a location where there is a toilet inside- and I nearly piss my pants… scientifically speaking.
Alas, these questions remain unanswered.
In other news, I was lucky enough to get to work with the Austin film company Moth to Flame on an upcoming webseries “Bad Dates.” In addition to filming the series, the director had us improvise a number of sketches to get warmed up. Here are a few of those. Make sure to check out there other films on Youtube-they have some good stuff!
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