Current mood: animated
When the ocean meets the sand
We'll go walking hand in hand
I can only dream till then
So ordinary;
Pick me up from this hole
And when the sun comes up tomorrow,
Well, I'll be heading home
~ "These Roads" by Dylan Platt
I woke up for the third day with a migraine. Lucky me. My hair is crazy; all tangled and uncooperative. It hurt to brush it. Therefore, I could only manage to pull through one tangle. Fortunately, I located a hair clip in my cabinet and have clipped my hair into a twisty pile of snarls that looks a little more purposeful. Okay – I just checked a mirror. It does NOT look more purposeful – not one bit. Bloody Hell! Is the 'messy, just got out of bed look' still "in"? I have no idea.
Tuesday is a big day for me next week. I will start the day out with a little PT power from Nicolai – then I will head off to court so I can plead guilty to the lesser charge of careless driving and plead not guilty to reckless driving (which is a misnomer, because there was indeed a wreck). I don't know if the judge will permit me to plea down without an attorney present – but I am praying and hoping because I desperately need to take the defensive driving class so I don't lose points on my driving record. After that, I am off to the DMV to register my car, pay my sales tax and apply for a personalized license plate. Then, I will go into work where I will spend 5 hours going blind from html coding – before I trek across town to my second job.
Recently, it was brought to my attention that I am a tad clumsy. While in San Diego, I reached for a menu and spilled my very yummy coffee flavored malt all over the table. The next day, I was eating cheerios out of a mini flying disk when apparently, I decided that I wanted all the cheerios to become mini flying disks – sending them (unintentionally) all over 'Surfer Boy's' desk and floor space. A few days later, I non-chalantly walked past some cube construction work and proceeded to send a tool box flying off the counter with my hip. Tools dumped everywhere – and in my best Hispanic accent, I said, "lo siento" and scurried away – leaving the laughter echoing behind me. At the airport, I tripped over my own feet so many times that I eventually just took off my shoes and walked barefoot down the terminal. There was the revolving door incident in DFW – damn, the list goes on-and-on. I am really a klutz of the worst order!
I am going to take a risk here and request that you share any stories of my clumsiness in the comments so that all the world can see how bad the situation truly is. You cannot use "hear-say" stories though. If you didn't witness it, you cannot share it. Deal? Deal!
PERSONAL NOTE: Let's have a secret rendezvous!
