The freakiest thing happened this morning.
I took down my blue travel mug to put tea for work in it, I opened it and it was all moldy inside…stringy, white, fibrous mold.
FREAKED me out.
Still have willies.
My foot is mosquito bitten and itches like crazy.
My job is dull…I should really be intoxicated in some way while I’m there. The best I can do is make sure i have my music with me and find regular excuses to get up from my desk for a few minutes. The security in the building is so high that we need to punch in a code to get into the bathroom. No joke.
Last night, Briggs and I began watching Hex. Pretty good so far.
What’s that thing called where you keep someone’s attention on something flashy you are doing with one hand so you can pull off your trick with the other?
New job this morning
eight-thirty is too early
to not be asleep.
I took a nap (against my better judgment).
In honesty, I didn’t choose the action. It chose me. I’m still adjusting to a daytime schedule again and was patently unable to remain awake.
There is nothing new in the world of the internet since I was last on, hours ago. No new blogs, new comments, new messages or complaints.
No address for the place I’m supposed to be starting my temp job tomorrow. I think I know where it is, but an address would be nice. As would the promised instructional emails from the place I’m to be working and the agency employing me, instructing me in the minutiae of their payroll programs, both of which I’m supposed to be logging my hours into. And no, Briggs, much to my relief, NEITHER of them is Chronos.
The world seems remarkably the same as it was before I slept.
The dishes I have to wash are still waiting.
The parts of my life in limbo remain so.
And I still have two mosquito bites on my right heal that itch like crazy.
