I am a lazy ass.
I have half of a "brilliant" post in my head comparing and contrasting "Fight Club" and "Dhalgren" which is just obscure and nerdy enough to amuse me and not mean anything to you people out there in blog land, but it's 8:46, I haven't eaten anything and I desperately need to wash my hair before I go and get it colored. So you get nothing. Nothing!
Nah, I lied.
Today I want for one of my ritual blood tests at one of the Cleveland Clinic satellites and was astounded to hear an easy listening Muzak version of the M.A.S.H. theme song. I appeared to be the only person in the waiting room who found it hilarious. I hummed along for awhile, probably annoying the hell out of the man next to me. M.A.S.H.! Imagine! I have sort of a "thing" for Alan Alda, not only because he's tall and wry, but also because he narrates science documentaries and I'm a huge putz who actually tapes and watches those. I hear he's kind of an ass in real life, but I'm kind of an ass in real life too.
I've been giving myself daily goals, something to achieve each day so that I get in the practice of making a plan, examining approaches, and executing said plan.
Wednesday my goal was to sort and put away my laundry. Achieved!
Thursday my goal was to have a Bloody Mary. I was almost thwarted by a lack of mix, but then I found ANOTHER mix in the fridge. Lord only knows how old it was. I mixed the mixes and it tasted pretty bad so I spiced it myself and you know what? It wasn't bad! Achieved!!!
Friday my goal was to...um...oh yes! Prepare my alarm so that I could wake up and get to my blood test before nine. Achieved!
This weekend my goal is to find a tote bag and an organizer, so that I am no longer using an inside out tote bag that says "TaNails...Lions, Tigers & Tans, Oh My!" on it when I go to work. I've been carrying the TaNails bag as an ironic statement since I'm super white and avoid the sun like the Devil Himself, and my nails are usually bitten and ugly. Still, it's probably time I found something that I could use to carry an organizer and my knitting, something that at least tries to look professional. I need to embrace the fact that I am elderly, instead of just trying to hide it and embarrassing myself when I pull my wallet out of my way too small purse and sock needles fall out all over the place.
Ooh, it's breakfast time.
Nah, I lied.
Today I want for one of my ritual blood tests at one of the Cleveland Clinic satellites and was astounded to hear an easy listening Muzak version of the M.A.S.H. theme song. I appeared to be the only person in the waiting room who found it hilarious. I hummed along for awhile, probably annoying the hell out of the man next to me. M.A.S.H.! Imagine! I have sort of a "thing" for Alan Alda, not only because he's tall and wry, but also because he narrates science documentaries and I'm a huge putz who actually tapes and watches those. I hear he's kind of an ass in real life, but I'm kind of an ass in real life too.
I've been giving myself daily goals, something to achieve each day so that I get in the practice of making a plan, examining approaches, and executing said plan.
Wednesday my goal was to sort and put away my laundry. Achieved!
Thursday my goal was to have a Bloody Mary. I was almost thwarted by a lack of mix, but then I found ANOTHER mix in the fridge. Lord only knows how old it was. I mixed the mixes and it tasted pretty bad so I spiced it myself and you know what? It wasn't bad! Achieved!!!
Friday my goal was to...um...oh yes! Prepare my alarm so that I could wake up and get to my blood test before nine. Achieved!
This weekend my goal is to find a tote bag and an organizer, so that I am no longer using an inside out tote bag that says "TaNails...Lions, Tigers & Tans, Oh My!" on it when I go to work. I've been carrying the TaNails bag as an ironic statement since I'm super white and avoid the sun like the Devil Himself, and my nails are usually bitten and ugly. Still, it's probably time I found something that I could use to carry an organizer and my knitting, something that at least tries to look professional. I need to embrace the fact that I am elderly, instead of just trying to hide it and embarrassing myself when I pull my wallet out of my way too small purse and sock needles fall out all over the place.
Ooh, it's breakfast time.
posted at 7:45 AM
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