I hate the days I leave the house unsure of whether I put on deodorant.
I'm pretty sure I did, somewhere between brushing my teeth and spraying on some perfume, but there is a bit of doubt in the back of my mind.
Kind of the same as did I lock the door? did I turn off the stove? did I turn off the hot iron?
Except not putting on deodorant will not get me robbed or burn the house down.
I'm pretty sure I did put on deodorant and this weird little lady I sat next to on the bus DID NOT which lead to my self-doubt. I mean, I am pretty hobo so I wouldn't put it past me, but I should really consider my environment.
A man just turned around and stared at me and I stared back for at least a minute until he looked away in defeat. Then he looked again and nodded. We either just made non-verbal plans to go on a date or he noticed that my clothes don't match.
I should really just rename this blog "Things That Happen To Me On The Bus."
I am having a serious good music drought. I feel like I have no time to listen to new music and all the old stuff is boring me.
This is indicative of a greater problem in my life in which I feel like all I do is go to work and go home. This is clearly not true, but I am feeling stressed out so all the islands of fun in between work are distant memories seconds after they end.
The exception is this week as RF is here, but last night I was pretty much the most boring person ever while hanging out with GZ. I have nothing to say.
I need 12 hours of sleep in a row. Not spread out over three days.
I cannot wait for camping. It is my oasis. If I can just make it to September 17th, I will survive.
A guy who use to work for me would frequently forget to put on deodorant. Then halfway through a meeting when I'd ask him a question, he'd say "Do I stink, I forgot to put deodorant on". I had to fire him.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget, you get a bit of Tim Time this Friday too -- don't screw it up by sleeping or stinking.