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Scrambling to catch up
Jun. 30th, 2003 08:19 pmOkay, so I had to take a couple of days off lj because work intervened as it is wont to do, and now I get back and there's all these references to JC audio clips and I don't have a clue wtf everyone's on about. Must dig further back to make sense of it all, which I will do in like two minutes.
But first I have to say that I've run out of wine (still plenty of whine, as it turns out) and it's not a good day to be without because my brain is hurting me. It's a bad brain and I don't like it anymore and I'm seriously considering a lobotomy. (I accidentally typed lobottomy, which would be something like an ass-ectomy, I suppose, or perhaps a less drastic removal of excess cheek. Some sort of sugical weight loss procedure, anyway. Neither here nor there, really, but whatever.)
Why is it, I ask myself, that when I wake up in the morning and get ready to leave the house, I really, really want to get down to some serious housecleaning, because I'm totally in the mood to make things look all sparkly and nice in a way they haven't for the past five years, but when I get home again, the urge has left me, and I don't mean it's simply dissipated, I mean it's left me like a convict escaping over the wall from the big house, no regrets and no plans to return.
I don't have the answer, but I do know that if I could hang on to that urge for a good half hour (or twenty) after getting home, this place might not resemble ground zero following a missile attack.
But first I have to say that I've run out of wine (still plenty of whine, as it turns out) and it's not a good day to be without because my brain is hurting me. It's a bad brain and I don't like it anymore and I'm seriously considering a lobotomy. (I accidentally typed lobottomy, which would be something like an ass-ectomy, I suppose, or perhaps a less drastic removal of excess cheek. Some sort of sugical weight loss procedure, anyway. Neither here nor there, really, but whatever.)
Why is it, I ask myself, that when I wake up in the morning and get ready to leave the house, I really, really want to get down to some serious housecleaning, because I'm totally in the mood to make things look all sparkly and nice in a way they haven't for the past five years, but when I get home again, the urge has left me, and I don't mean it's simply dissipated, I mean it's left me like a convict escaping over the wall from the big house, no regrets and no plans to return.
I don't have the answer, but I do know that if I could hang on to that urge for a good half hour (or twenty) after getting home, this place might not resemble ground zero following a missile attack.
