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Nothing Between My Ears But Fluff
Dec. 23rd, 2010 02:26 pmToday is just being One Of Those Days - a day where my brain flits around from bizarre topic to bizarre idea to bizarre image, without staying in any one place long enough to actually accomplish anything, rather like a butterfly on LSD.
I knew this shortly after I woke up, mostly because I caught myself singing a little song to the underpants in my clean laundry bin, chastising them for not being the penguin socks I was looking for.
I am sad right now, because the NutriGrain bar I brought to eat with my lunch was squashed in my bag between my schedule and a collection of lecture notes, and now looks like vegetarian roadkill. All its Nutri is oozing out of the Grain. Poor fallen soldier; I shall mourn its passing and lament the loss... at least until I get hungry enough to open the tin of chocolate-covered biscuits sitting near my desk.
So I realized this morning that if I were Dr. Sam Beckett on Quantum Leap, leaping from life to life and winding up in situations that I had no grasp on, like the middle of a play where I was the lead and didn't know what the show was, or performing a wedding... instead of just saying 'Oh boy' and trying to fake my way through, I would have just become an expert at faking seizures. It gets you out of the awkward situation, and forestalls any questions that you don't know how to answer. The fact that he never stooped to that tactic, though, probably just means that he's a much better person than I am.
So what if there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime? It's the southern hemisphere, of course there won't be snow. There won't be snow in Cancun this Christmastime, and you don't see anyone getting all overwrought and writing songs about that.
I am so blessedly lucky that there aren't many appointments at work today, and that I can blurt these things out to you instead of to clients....
I knew this shortly after I woke up, mostly because I caught myself singing a little song to the underpants in my clean laundry bin, chastising them for not being the penguin socks I was looking for.
I am sad right now, because the NutriGrain bar I brought to eat with my lunch was squashed in my bag between my schedule and a collection of lecture notes, and now looks like vegetarian roadkill. All its Nutri is oozing out of the Grain. Poor fallen soldier; I shall mourn its passing and lament the loss... at least until I get hungry enough to open the tin of chocolate-covered biscuits sitting near my desk.
So I realized this morning that if I were Dr. Sam Beckett on Quantum Leap, leaping from life to life and winding up in situations that I had no grasp on, like the middle of a play where I was the lead and didn't know what the show was, or performing a wedding... instead of just saying 'Oh boy' and trying to fake my way through, I would have just become an expert at faking seizures. It gets you out of the awkward situation, and forestalls any questions that you don't know how to answer. The fact that he never stooped to that tactic, though, probably just means that he's a much better person than I am.
So what if there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime? It's the southern hemisphere, of course there won't be snow. There won't be snow in Cancun this Christmastime, and you don't see anyone getting all overwrought and writing songs about that.
I am so blessedly lucky that there aren't many appointments at work today, and that I can blurt these things out to you instead of to clients....
