April 5, 2006

Ok, you want a new posting … here it is. The theme of today is “what happens when otherwise heavily-regulated hormones run amok due to two rounds of antibiotics in one month.” I’m going to give you the play-by-play.

6:30 – Alarm goes off. I am unimpressed.
6:34 – Shower is the perfect temperature. This is rare and I am pleasantly surprised.
6:43 – Feeling unusually good as I get dressed and I’m certain that today is going to be awesome.
6:48 – Out of milk. Out of bread. Out of yogurt.
7:12 – There is snow outside.
7:28 – I have a renewed hatred of the general public. The subway is full and people have no sense of etiquette or general decorum.
7:40 – The barristas at Starbucks choose to discuss “things eaten by my dog” instead of selling coffee. I do take a moment to mourn the loss of (insert name of generic Starbucks worker)’s Kelly Clarkson cd as I slip into a caffeine-deprived rage.
8:15 – Coffee and the free papers have soothed me. I’m feeling calm. I’m feeling OK.
9:10 – I eat a banana as I get to work and reminisce about better days.
9:43 – I realize I should eat something more substantial so I pour myself a bowl of Raisin Bran and put on my iPod. It is on shuffle and an Interpol song comes on. I can’t remember listening to this song before yet somehow the singer’s voice touches me. I turn off the music before I start to cry in my Raisin Bran. Then I come to my senses and ask myself “what the fuck?”
10:17 – I get a call from a co-worker to tell me that she accidentally forwarded on an email that contained a note I’d written, which could be best described as “mean.” I find this funny for some reason. Probably in the same way that I found it humourous that my supervisor is intimidated by me.

It is now 10:24. I have no idea what is in store for me for the rest of the day. I might cry, I might break something, I might be jovial and pleasant. Who knows? Mostly I just want to get through this without buying something frivolous.