Last Friday, I awoke with a fright staring at clock that read 8:15am when really it was 7:15am. I had forgotten that the night before, the lights in my apartment went out--thanks to Carlos insisting that I run the air conditioner with full-on bronchitis. Ugh! Like a fool, I made it to the train station with more than enough time to spare as Carlos pointed to the car clock that told me I freaked out for nothing. So now I was pissed because I was on the train way too early and this would mean that I would have too much time before work. What's a gal to do? I thought about reading some more of the book I'm into at the moment, "A Bit On the Side" by William Trevor. That book just makes me all peevish afterwards and it would be hard to juggle it and the cup of large coffee that I had already bought because me without coffee in the morn turns me into, The Incredible Hulk: "Don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry." Then I go into what Shakespeare would term an "aside" having an internal debate with myself. Well guess what happened today, my kiddies. That's right. The scenario became a full on reality this morning when half in dream, half awake, I made my way in and out. The alarm clock sounded so distant that I chose to ignore it. Then as I turned, listening to the sounds of summer and birds chirping, I looked up to the alarm clock--which has become my foe--and noticed that the time was 9:05am. Nine O' FIVE! Incredulously, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the other more reliable clock only to have my worry confirmed. It was indeed NINE OH MY GOODNESS! I'd better call my Boss. He took it in stride, though. He even chuckled and told me "don't go crazy" which of course, I was while Carlos scarcely moved mumbling, "Relax, you're just late..." Thanks, hon: Stater of the OBVIOUS. By the time I moseyed in it was already 10:30am. No sweat because I'd stayed up late last night doing a homework assignment my Boss had asked everyone to do and I managed it relatively quickly. Yippee for me! (Score one for the hard-working nerdy insomniacs) Yeah!
Friday, June 09, 2006
About Me
I'm a nerd; a know-it-all whose grown an infatuation with my computer. I am an extremely opinionated person who is best known for giving preachy-speeches and I always wait to talk. Born with a bleeding heart who cares too much about everything and whose under the impression that the world revolves around me, even though logically, I know it doesn't. Prone to bouts of overzealousness and hypersensitivity to situations that I cannot control. Passive-aggressive oddball who can be spotted from time to time walking around her neighborhood in her pajamas and slippers. As far as writing is concerned, I know it sounds cliché, but I've been writing since I was 5 years old. Y'know, jotting stuff down in my marble notebook (in crayon, thank you) on my mom's linoleum floor...Ah, the humble beginnings... What else can I say? I'm a sucker for nostalgia.
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