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The State That I Am In.
Oct. 24th, 2005 12:46 pmIt was a terrible morning this morning.
I woke at 5 AM for no good reason, even though I was allowing myself to sleep until 6 AM. It did feel good to hit that snooze with no guilt, however.
I got out the door around 7 AM in a foul mood, and realized about a mile into my commute that I'd tucked my ATM card into the pocket of another article of clothing, and it was therefore not in my wallet as I'd assumed it was. I went back to get it. A handful of change was not going to get me lunch and a cab.
The cab was needed for after work because I was taking my car to the mechanic's -- over the last week or so, vapor/smoke has been coming from underneath the hood. I often just take a quick cabbie ride over to the guy's shop once work is done with, since it's so close.
I went kiddy-corner to another building on my lunch break today with just a jacket, so I could withdraw some cash and get a little something to eat with what appetite I had left. On the way back, on the long cross (over four lanes of regular traffic, and another, middle lane coming up from underground), a cold, fresh rain started falling in earnest. It felt sort of shocking, especially since the air remained clear and crisp.
The rain itself felt sort of cleansing, and I pulled my jacket collar up in a futile attempt to keep some rain from spattering my blouse and my head. I gave up after a few seconds. It felt better to give up.
My sushi wasn't so good, as it turns out. Additionally, the reception area has been installed with a temporary speaker-on-a-stick, emitting a load roar of what They're saying is white noise. Co workers keep zooming through here with their arms outstretched like they're airplanes.
Another co worker came through, listened to the rushing noise, and announced, "And nowwwww, batting for the White Sox! ..."
To which I replied, "Peeeeeeeaaaaanuts!"
I woke at 5 AM for no good reason, even though I was allowing myself to sleep until 6 AM. It did feel good to hit that snooze with no guilt, however.
I got out the door around 7 AM in a foul mood, and realized about a mile into my commute that I'd tucked my ATM card into the pocket of another article of clothing, and it was therefore not in my wallet as I'd assumed it was. I went back to get it. A handful of change was not going to get me lunch and a cab.
The cab was needed for after work because I was taking my car to the mechanic's -- over the last week or so, vapor/smoke has been coming from underneath the hood. I often just take a quick cabbie ride over to the guy's shop once work is done with, since it's so close.
I went kiddy-corner to another building on my lunch break today with just a jacket, so I could withdraw some cash and get a little something to eat with what appetite I had left. On the way back, on the long cross (over four lanes of regular traffic, and another, middle lane coming up from underground), a cold, fresh rain started falling in earnest. It felt sort of shocking, especially since the air remained clear and crisp.
The rain itself felt sort of cleansing, and I pulled my jacket collar up in a futile attempt to keep some rain from spattering my blouse and my head. I gave up after a few seconds. It felt better to give up.
My sushi wasn't so good, as it turns out. Additionally, the reception area has been installed with a temporary speaker-on-a-stick, emitting a load roar of what They're saying is white noise. Co workers keep zooming through here with their arms outstretched like they're airplanes.
Another co worker came through, listened to the rushing noise, and announced, "And nowwwww, batting for the White Sox! ..."
To which I replied, "Peeeeeeeaaaaanuts!"
