current state of mind: mildly amused
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to
toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand
and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of
thing
~ “Anna Begins” by Counting Crows
I have been
battling this chest cold thing, so at night I have been taking CVS’s version of
Ny-Quil. I think it is called NightTime or something. Well, the stuff packs a
punch because I am so groggy in the morning that I think I may actually still
be asleep by the time I walk into work. This morning was no exception. As I was
walking into the building I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored windows.
“WTF!?! Am I
wearing? . . . This is not good.”
I have no
idea what I was thinking when I got dressed this morning; none. Bloody hell. I
feel like I am back in kindergarten and my mom has allowed me to pick out my
outfit all on my own. I have a multi-colored, multi-print skirt on. Normally
when I wear this skirt I wear a solid colored shirt so that I do not create a
cacophony of color explosion in anyone’s brain. Today, I elected to wear a
white shirt that has brightly colored birds and a bicycle on it. In my defense,
two of the birds do match the colors of the skirt. But, there is no viable
defense for the fact that I have a bright green tank top on beneath the white
t-shirt. There is not a trace of kelly green anywhere on this skirt. Adding
insult to eye injury, the bicycle color doesn’t match the skirt either. Good
gourd!
Of course, I
have brought my sweater home to be washed so I cannot even attempt to cover up
this ridiculousness with a cardigan. And all the girls around me are fashionistas
with their cute, matching outfits on. How does this happen? My only hope is
that the imagery here is so terrible that people cannot wrap their minds around
it, resulting in a memory lapse when they attempt to recall what I wore today.
PERSONAL NOTE: I am so happy I got to see you! Happy belated
birthday to the little one!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Next time, things will be different.
