current state of mind: apprehensive
Well you’re my green eyed girl
And I’ve been running around with you
It’s the afternoon
And we got nothing left to do
~ “Lay Me Down” by The Dirty Heads (featuring Rome)
The end of the world is coming. I know this because it is almost 70 degrees outside in January AND I had Chick-Fil-A for lunch. If I were living in Texas none of this would be the sign of impending doom – but, I am in Nebraska, where the average temperature for this date is around 28 degrees and Chick-Fil-A is a magical place people have only “heard of”. Still, if these are, indeed, the end of days – let’s keep up the good work!
I want to go outside and dance a jig! Perhaps I will. Does anyone know how to dance a jig? I may be Irish – but I truly have no idea what a jig even looks like. I know that it involves the kicking of feet, leaping of leprechauns, and maybe a tambourine or a sheleighly. I don’t think I have to actually hit anyone with the sheleighly, however. Actually, I really just love the word, sheleighly. It is as fun to say as shenanigan. What is it about “she-“ words that make them roll off the tongue with a little giggle? There is even a band called “Sheleighly”. Is there a band called “Shenanigan”?
Okay, I believe the warm weather and chick-fil-a afterglow are causing my brain to become addled. To think that I started this day out with a migraine and fewer than 1.5 hours of sleep. Never again will I assume that a nauseating migraine equates to a horrible day. Nosirreebob. Not that any of it matters, since the world will soon cease to exist.
Okay, peace out!
PUBLIC NOTE: Do not high-five me, please. Not ever. Unless you are under the age of 10.
PERSONAL NOTE: Thanks for bringing me Chick-Fil-A. You are so good to me.
