Breathe In, Breathe Out
Wake up. Go to work, get drizzled on in the process. Poke some puppies, pet some kitties. Eat lunch. Ramble in a vaguely informative way at people who aren't really listening. Come home. Fret mildly about wedding planning. Knit something that will eventually become a rather ugly pillow. Sleep.
I desperately need to change this routine before I fall so deeply into this rut that I can't see out over the edge and can never escape again. I want to be excited about something. I want to have a reason to say 'Wow!'
Let's see....
Wake up. Go to work. Suddenly, on the middle of Route 16, a shining white unicorn leaps out of a portal in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, wreaking havoc with traffic and getting hit by some jerk with a Subaru. Luckily, my unpleasant but intense training in equine medicine enables me to save the mystickal being's life, and I am rewarded by being transported back to a pastel land of pixies and magic, where I.... poke some gryphons, pet some wyverns, eat lunch, ramble in a vaguely informative way at elfies who aren't really listening, fret mildly about getting my fiance brought over, and knit something tha will eventually become a rather ugly Magic Hat. Sleep.
Or....
Wake up. Go to work. Joss Whedon is in Boston, visiting while he plans his next series. Amazingly, his pet pomeranian gets sick and he just happens to walk into my office, where my phenomenal medical powers allow me to fix it instantly. Impressed with my talent and beauty, he immediately casts me in his next hit show, in which I.... poke randomly at some props, ramble witty lines that noone really listens to, fret mildly about how this will change my relationship with my fiance, knit something that will eventually become a rather ugly pillow made of more expensive yarn. Sleep.
Does anyone really have an interesting life, I wonder?
I desperately need to change this routine before I fall so deeply into this rut that I can't see out over the edge and can never escape again. I want to be excited about something. I want to have a reason to say 'Wow!'
Let's see....
Wake up. Go to work. Suddenly, on the middle of Route 16, a shining white unicorn leaps out of a portal in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, wreaking havoc with traffic and getting hit by some jerk with a Subaru. Luckily, my unpleasant but intense training in equine medicine enables me to save the mystickal being's life, and I am rewarded by being transported back to a pastel land of pixies and magic, where I.... poke some gryphons, pet some wyverns, eat lunch, ramble in a vaguely informative way at elfies who aren't really listening, fret mildly about getting my fiance brought over, and knit something tha will eventually become a rather ugly Magic Hat. Sleep.
Or....
Wake up. Go to work. Joss Whedon is in Boston, visiting while he plans his next series. Amazingly, his pet pomeranian gets sick and he just happens to walk into my office, where my phenomenal medical powers allow me to fix it instantly. Impressed with my talent and beauty, he immediately casts me in his next hit show, in which I.... poke randomly at some props, ramble witty lines that noone really listens to, fret mildly about how this will change my relationship with my fiance, knit something that will eventually become a rather ugly pillow made of more expensive yarn. Sleep.
Does anyone really have an interesting life, I wonder?
