September 13, 2004

• One of those days. . . .

  
  

  Ever have one of those days when you couldn’t pour piss out of a boot if the directions were printed on the heel?  Well, I am, right now.

  
  

  Last night, I  had made all these plans for the morning, and when morning came, I didn’t wanna get out of bed.  When I did, I couldn’t find my undershirt, put on a clean one.  (Found the other one two hours later, it was right where I had looked.  Twice.) Stumbled around like Ozzie Nelson looking for Harriet ( so she could help him find his cardigan), managed to slop a bunch of wet cereal on the floor while I was making it.  You know it’s gonna be a bad day when you screw up making cold cereal.

  
  

  Managed to find the paper and my horoscope was dire, pretty much said stay home with the covers over your head.  Yeah, I know, sun sign astrology is super-general, but being a double Libra (that is, Libra is my sun sign AND my moon sign), my daily horoscope is often scarily on the mark.  Noted that I had neglected to deal with the business mail I  wanted to do yesterday.  Sigh.  Noted that the sky was looking grim and promising of rain, which meant no work, no income.  SIGH.  Days like this are perfect for heavy sighing and heavy drinking–since the latter is not a viable option, I’ve been sighing so much that my immediate vicinity is starting to sound like a bad road show production of Camille. 

  
  

  Anyway, I decided to do the laundry, managed to get to the laundromat across the highway without wrecking my car, discovered that two pairs of socks and a sweatshirt that were in the basket were  clean.  Oh, and I found the bath soap that had mysteriously vanished the day before, when I got a shower. SIGH!

  
  

  Got a brainstorm, decided to do my business mail while the clothes were washing and drying.  Mirabile dictu, I actually accomplished the great feat of folding a few pieces of paper and putting them into an envelope without sustaining any injuries.  Flushed with success, I filled out a form to get a booth at the Holiday Bazaar at the state fairgrounds next month, managed to do that.  For an encore, I re-copied a knife order and had that faxed–there is a UPS store a few doors down from the laundromat–geez, these big city conveniences are, well, convenient.

  
  

  Then I decided to blog, which meant a trip to town.  On the way in, it started to drizzle, which pretty much means no work, although I may set up later if it clears.  Two of my regular knife customers come in late on Monday, Monday being their payday.  Oh well, I’ll drive off that bridge when I come to it.

  
  

  Meanwhile, I will continue to stumble and bumble around in my fibro-fog, hoping that my luck will see me through.

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