so, after doing very little at panera this afternoon, i went to work, but first stopped in at my sister’s salon, because i had just a little bit of extra time, and she doesn’t work on tuesdays, but the place was open for business, there were three clients there, and suddenly i thought IT’S NOT TUESDAY, IT’S WEDNESDAY.
and i got very disoriented, and i asked one of the women what day it was, and she said it was tuesday.
whew.
i mean, this is what a lot of iced tea does to me. imagine the effect of an entire cup of COFFEE. jim keeps trying to get me to drink coffee. he thinks it’s a necessary part of living.
i told him, i don’t wanna be hooked. what if i get stranded on a desert island, and i’m addicted to coffee? think of the headache i’d get. when i’ve been around christine and she forgets to have coffee in the morning, she gets horrible headaches. that would suck.
not gonna do it. no coffee addiction for me.
not to mention all that coffee snobbery that comes with being an addict, the special coffee beans and all of that hooey. no sir, no thank you.
the occasional iced tea, that’s as far as i’m gonna go.
maybe a diet coke, if i’m really feeling wild. also, the thing is tht jim gets up very very early, so he needs some caffeine. maybe if i was forced to get up early, i, too, would be hooked.
hopefully that will never happen.
erica e-mailed to say that she’s my sole blog reader, she reads it to see if i’m writing about her.
no, she was kidding, she’s not my SOLE reader. i know there are a few other people reading.
today i thought, it would be neat to write a blog just for one person. just something they could read.
and then i thought, THAT WOULD BE WRITING A LETTER. or an e-mail.
i still write e-mails, but they’re not usually as long as the ones i used to write, because people stopped writing back because i wrote so much. or because they got lazy, i don’t know. and this would make me mad, not hearing back from people.
so, having this website is a way for me to write, and i know you’re reading, and i can’t get mad that you don’t write to me, because i can’t say for certain WHO exactly is doing the reading. i could be mad at HUMANITY IN GENERAL, and sometimes i am, for one reason or another, but that inevitably takes too much effort.
randy told me that at the beginning of “meet joe black,” brad pitt, the real guy, meets anthony hopkins’ daughter in a coffee shop, and they arrange to meet later, but then he gets hit by a bus or something. and then brad pitt who is now THE GRIM REAPER knocks on anthony hopkins’ door.
i feel that he’s forgetting some crucial element here. i kept asking him, ISN’T THE GRIM REAPER THERE IN THE COFFEE SHOP? DRESSED IN A HOODED BLACK CAPE WITH A SYTHE IN HIS BONY HAND?
randy said it definitely didn’t happen like that.
if there’s NOT more to the opening, then it’s very lame.
i’m just going to have to rent it.
maybe this weekend, when i’m house/dogsitting for amy and jim.
ok ok ok,
grace at the end of yet another day.