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Monday blues (NBPM pt.8)
15 years ago
This morning I had such a hard time getting out the door to work. It's always like that for me on Mondays. I visualize Mondays as being at the bottom of a pit. Climbing up represents progressing through the week, and climbing out is the weekend. Then somehow I sucked back to the bottom and have to climb back up. But at least it pays well, I guess. I just couldn't find the energy to get up and fight, you know?
Not only do I have a mentally exhausting job, but the commute really stresses me out. Arizona drivers are fucking retards, and it's a 27-mile journey each way, almost all on highways. There are only two traffic conditions in the morning, ever: "critical mass" and "holy fuck". Critical mass occurs when the car density is so high that if one person taps their brakes, the entire highway gridlocks. Holy fuck occurs after somebody taps their brakes. The following is a list of things that causes people to flip out and slam on their brakes: traffic stops (rubbernecking geezers), pollution advisories on the message boards, merging traffic, and hills. Yes, hills. There's an overpass at US60 and Lindsay that always seems to cause a backup, but then over the top of the hill it smooths out. Every single day Boo has to remind me to be safe, because every day I have to deal with this shit, both ways. Trips home are generally smoother, since traffic peters out as I approach BFE.
I have been having lots and lots of fucked up dreams in the morning after my first alarm goes off. I generally don't remember this. But this time I did! I recalled a lot of goofy details from my conversation with my mom the other day, about how one of the local bowling centers revamped their interior. I dreamed I was bowling, and people kept steppping up and taking my turn for me. I recall it was the 9th frame, and I had quite a good run going on. And I couldn't go back and erase the scores, because (reality tidbit) the center had swapped out their scorekeepers since I had been there last. Dreams like this plagued me frequently during high school when I was on the HS team and a separate league. I'm obsessive, what can I say? I haven't had one in a long time, though. Especially one that vivid.
I had to take my zippleback plushie (from HTTYD) with me to work. Hugging it makes me feel a little better. I left it in the car during the day, though.
My phone fell in squeeze butter on my bagel on the car ride to work. I'm pretty sure I cleaned it all up...
This afternoon I got my first testosterone injection! I'll be getting one every two weeks so I won't turn into a woman I guess, haha. I'll just stay put as a Taren.
Sema (a.k.a. Boo) was very brave and poked me with the needle. Good job! It didn't hurt at all. Just a little pinch.
Random throwback song of the evening: Rapper's Relight / DJ Spooky
http://ilike.myspacecdn.com/play#DJ.....96da86f28ad1b7
Not only do I have a mentally exhausting job, but the commute really stresses me out. Arizona drivers are fucking retards, and it's a 27-mile journey each way, almost all on highways. There are only two traffic conditions in the morning, ever: "critical mass" and "holy fuck". Critical mass occurs when the car density is so high that if one person taps their brakes, the entire highway gridlocks. Holy fuck occurs after somebody taps their brakes. The following is a list of things that causes people to flip out and slam on their brakes: traffic stops (rubbernecking geezers), pollution advisories on the message boards, merging traffic, and hills. Yes, hills. There's an overpass at US60 and Lindsay that always seems to cause a backup, but then over the top of the hill it smooths out. Every single day Boo has to remind me to be safe, because every day I have to deal with this shit, both ways. Trips home are generally smoother, since traffic peters out as I approach BFE.
I have been having lots and lots of fucked up dreams in the morning after my first alarm goes off. I generally don't remember this. But this time I did! I recalled a lot of goofy details from my conversation with my mom the other day, about how one of the local bowling centers revamped their interior. I dreamed I was bowling, and people kept steppping up and taking my turn for me. I recall it was the 9th frame, and I had quite a good run going on. And I couldn't go back and erase the scores, because (reality tidbit) the center had swapped out their scorekeepers since I had been there last. Dreams like this plagued me frequently during high school when I was on the HS team and a separate league. I'm obsessive, what can I say? I haven't had one in a long time, though. Especially one that vivid.
I had to take my zippleback plushie (from HTTYD) with me to work. Hugging it makes me feel a little better. I left it in the car during the day, though.
My phone fell in squeeze butter on my bagel on the car ride to work. I'm pretty sure I cleaned it all up...
This afternoon I got my first testosterone injection! I'll be getting one every two weeks so I won't turn into a woman I guess, haha. I'll just stay put as a Taren.
Sema (a.k.a. Boo) was very brave and poked me with the needle. Good job! It didn't hurt at all. Just a little pinch.
Random throwback song of the evening: Rapper's Relight / DJ Spooky
http://ilike.myspacecdn.com/play#DJ.....96da86f28ad1b7
ArcNova
~arcnova
*offers hugs* See, this is why I tear all the Mondays off of my calendars at the start of each year.
