Hi, welcome to a random, about-my-life post, in which I will share oddities about my daily life in hopes that you will feel better about your own life.
Today I got fleas.
I am assuming that's what happened. Or else a spider or mosquito. Something that bites and makes me itch was in my shirt today. I began itching while in Cafe Express, writing. This was awkward, considering that the bites started on my abdomen. Scratching a pregnant belly does not look becoming. I got four bites on my stomach, three on my shoulders, one in my armpit, and two on my back. To answer your questions--no, this is not a rash or staph. I could literally feel myself being bitten, but could not catch the creature. I don't think Tex has fleas (especially considering he sleeps either with us or the boys and no one has bites) and I'm not sure why Cafe Express would, so who knows. All I know for sure is that something was biting me and I am super itchy.
Today I failed at email.
I began using the internet when I was 18. That tells you my age (which is 35--eek!) and a little about my generation. In college I referred to email as the whore of communication, meaning that I thought it to be cheap and easy and pretty meaningless. Real friends write letters. I wrote many letters over the years and, sadly, have stopped. I only use email now. But I don't know how to use it well, which explains how I wasted an hour trying (and failing) to create a contact group. And then later, when I figured out how to do it, accidentally emailed a ton of people that I didn't mean to. Argh. I need a secretary.
Today I fell asleep in not one, but two public places.
I do not have narcolepsy. However, I tend to stay up late and get up early. I have things to do--this is just life for me. But this means that I am so tired often that I can fall asleep doing anything. Like driving, or being in class. Eating keeps me awake, so during road trips or classes or even church, I need to munch on something or I'm out. Tonight my brother took me a to a Rockets game (which was excellent!) and I fell asleep in the bar beforehand and also during most of the third period of the game itself. Asleep as in, I was dreaming. Totally asleep. Is this a gift? A curse? A talent? I'm not sure. I feel oddly proud of this accomplishment. Probably I should go to bed.
My "today" is your "yesterday."
I am writing this post after midnight, which makes this technically Wednesday. By the time you read it, it WILL be Wednesday, so all these todays have taken place already.
Feeling better about your life yet? Or have I just alienated a bunch of readers? Hopefully not. And if you want to read more, you can check out my book. It's only $2.99 on Amazon, most likely cheaper than your favorite Starbucks drink.