After my mopey fork revelation on Saturday, I spent some time getting quiet about life. I had a few nights of dreams about backbends, smoking, and the number 380. I came to two decisions:
1. Sometimes, the truth sucks, but it is still ok.
2. I am ready for whatever is next: absolutely certain that things are about to change in a big way, for the better.
Related, maybe:
1. I applied for eight jobs in the past two days, with at least four more to go for now.
2. Not feeling the misbehaving today.
Unrelated:
1. At Whole Foods I walked past a woman describing someone as having a “duckfit.” After lighting on the visual for this expression, I decided that I must incorporate this term into my lexicon.
2. On the way back from Whole Foods, I dropped my iPhone down into the unreachable place under the driver’s seat. Immediately, the phone dinged with email. When I got to a stoplight I got out of the car to retrieve it, even though I was less than five minutes from home. Yes, I would say I am addicted.
3. Since the eye doctor said my eyes are fine, I have been considering getting a pair of reading glasses just for when I get the blurries after reading for a while. I tried on a great pair today, but I am concerned that even though I am not a guy, I might find myself so sexy when I wear them that I won’t get any reading done. They were really quite fetching. I guess the good news is that when I have on reading glasses, I can’t really see myself clearly in a mirror unless it is right in front of my face, and what are the odds that I will both be trying to read, and have a mirror eighteen inches from my face?
