I tried to write that essay, among other things, yesterday on my mom's computer, and almost immediately my hand and wrist started to hurt. At least here at work with the ergonomic stuff I can get a few hours of work in before it starts to ache now, so that's an improvement.
Anyway. Did I mention that I hate Daylight Savings Time? Especially when it happens six weeks early? It was so, so dark when I drove to work this morning, and so, so early. When I woke up the clock said five, but we both knew that it was really only four, and I kind of resented that I never agreed to go along with the mass deception. I still managed to get myself up so I could come get in my hour on the novel, though. Bah.
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Nice essay. And so very true. Even after almost 18 years, we still have breakdowns in communication. Mostly now it's like this:
Sunday evening, Me thinking - "Oh yeah! I need to tell His Lordship that the Smith's invited us for dinner on Thursday"
cut to Thursday -
Me - "Are you gonna shower?"
He - "Ummm why?"
Me - "Before we go to dinner."
He - "Where are we going?"
Me (exasperated) - "To the Smiths! I *told* you"
He - "No. You didn't"
Me (sheepish) - "Oh, I guess I thought it, so well, nevermind..just go take a shower!"
And DST can kiss my...we hates it precious, we HATES it. I grew up in Arizona, land of desert, cacti and no stupid DST. After 10 years here I STILL have problems. Try getting the kids to bed when it's still light out. Did I mention we hates it?
Gleh. I can't believe how early morning came today. I'm still not all the way awake yet. It's all throwing me WAY off-kilter.
Heh. Things would be so much simpler if boys would just learn how to read our minds. But then they'd learn all about our secret slutty affairs with their best friends and partners on the police force--oh, wait, sorry. That's just on Heroes. No affairs happening over here.
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