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brain fried and scrambled
ARGH.
okay, there's like this big ball of yarn, right? only it's not neatly wound; it has many different hanks of yarn all winding and twisting, different colors and textures creating a beautiful but complicated puzzle. pulling on one end just tangles the other. so instead of pulling, pulling, pulling, the best thing to do when untangling a tangle, one must gently tug, worming fingers in between strands and digging for something with a little give, an end that is willing to separate and lead to yet another end, snarled and twisted.
gah.
i know there's a way through this maze, i know there is.
****
the Men, Fire, Meat and Beer Bash went fine...my job was to hold the fort at the front desk, for which i was thankful. i wasn't really down with the idea of hanging out with a crowd of guys i don't know grunting around a fire with the aroma of charred meat and beer fumes wafting through the evening air. i suppose it'll be different as i get to know the people staying here; a few i've connected with, and apparently the story of my first night here has made the rounds.
well, i couldn't help it. there was a group of military guys checking in, and the rooms were not assigned. one of the guys said to me, oh no, that's not my room, the Lt. Col. gets the Queen room. so i said, okay then, who's the Queen?
heh. okay, maybe you had to be there, but the guys were cracking up. it seemed to be one of the Bash's favorite stories, from what i heard afterward.
****
and i guess my passive/agressive strategic plan paid off -- one load of laundry, and all the check-ins were properly prepared.
heh.
and no blood was shed in the process -- although the Day Girl hates me right now. she won't even look at me, much less pass the time of day.
*shrug* so be it. i'd add it to list of things to lose sleep over, but my dance card is full, tyvm.
****
i need to finish laundry and get ready for work. i'll be working on more research, but i want to pound out a couple of articles -- i have a theme for ten of them i want to get sketched out, and of course, once the ideas start i can't scribble fast enough. the first series will be on single parenting, and then i think i'll move on to hotel stuff.
ah, i'm just babbling here.
****
scrambled, not stirred or shaken. thank god tomorrow's friday.
****
and, happy birthday, draggy! you'll be nineteen for about ten minutes, so enjoy it, little sissy. LOVE YOU.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
okay, there's like this big ball of yarn, right? only it's not neatly wound; it has many different hanks of yarn all winding and twisting, different colors and textures creating a beautiful but complicated puzzle. pulling on one end just tangles the other. so instead of pulling, pulling, pulling, the best thing to do when untangling a tangle, one must gently tug, worming fingers in between strands and digging for something with a little give, an end that is willing to separate and lead to yet another end, snarled and twisted.
gah.
i know there's a way through this maze, i know there is.
****
the Men, Fire, Meat and Beer Bash went fine...my job was to hold the fort at the front desk, for which i was thankful. i wasn't really down with the idea of hanging out with a crowd of guys i don't know grunting around a fire with the aroma of charred meat and beer fumes wafting through the evening air. i suppose it'll be different as i get to know the people staying here; a few i've connected with, and apparently the story of my first night here has made the rounds.
well, i couldn't help it. there was a group of military guys checking in, and the rooms were not assigned. one of the guys said to me, oh no, that's not my room, the Lt. Col. gets the Queen room. so i said, okay then, who's the Queen?
heh. okay, maybe you had to be there, but the guys were cracking up. it seemed to be one of the Bash's favorite stories, from what i heard afterward.
****
and i guess my passive/agressive strategic plan paid off -- one load of laundry, and all the check-ins were properly prepared.
heh.
and no blood was shed in the process -- although the Day Girl hates me right now. she won't even look at me, much less pass the time of day.
*shrug* so be it. i'd add it to list of things to lose sleep over, but my dance card is full, tyvm.
****
i need to finish laundry and get ready for work. i'll be working on more research, but i want to pound out a couple of articles -- i have a theme for ten of them i want to get sketched out, and of course, once the ideas start i can't scribble fast enough. the first series will be on single parenting, and then i think i'll move on to hotel stuff.
ah, i'm just babbling here.
****
scrambled, not stirred or shaken. thank god tomorrow's friday.
****
and, happy birthday, draggy! you'll be nineteen for about ten minutes, so enjoy it, little sissy. LOVE YOU.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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