Is Today Tuesday or Wednesday?? I Really Don't Remember.

My gray flannel dress trousers are very loose today. I do not see how it is possible for me to have lost any weight at all unless I attribute it to the power of prayer. Or gay pants.

Or Prayer About Gay Pants. That must be it.

I'm marathoning I-Man of late, eating ice cream that I refuse to regret, and being ignored by a very pissed off dog. Life is good.

I had some thoughts about how I-Man sets up themes of death as release early on in The Catevari and Tiresius and then that tied into other stuff, but then I came to work and my soul was crushed and robbed of all thoughts.

Now all I am capable of is arranging for a rental car. If Darien and Bobby were stranded on the side of the road and needed Enterprise to come pick them up - I could so make that happen.

Actually, considering both of their vehicles, this is not something from out of left field. However - as fannish plot bunnies go, it quite boring and I will just stop here and go eat lunch.

Oh, for joy - the phone, she rings.

And My Faith In The Human Spirit is Restored - But I Still Need Bill Cosby

So I finally received the agreed upon payment from the woman that hit my car back in August, today. Yay. I put a call into Daddy to find out how much he needs me to send him now to start buying the parts.

My car - My car will once more be what it was. Which makes me think that perhaps it was there all along. Except that makes no sense, but the part of me raised on 70's and 80's TV needs a morality lesson learned here. Something that neatly ties all of this together. The very fact that I am unable to do this on my own just lends certitude to my new belief that I need Bill Cosby to live with me.

If Bill was at my house right now, I would not only know what I was supposed to learn from this extended car-accident funness, but there would also be pudding pops. And I miss pudding pops. thebratqueen said they were making a comeback and since then I have haunted my grocery's freezer aisle but to no avail. The pudding pops are lost to me.

::sad, haunting music plays as I stare longingly out a window as rain pounds against the panes::

Today was also that revered of all days - Payday- and I paid my cable, my gas, and my electric bill. That makes me feel relieved. Later on, there will be groceries and coffee!! Whoo!!

Today should also be a high holy day of obligation, but I think that Bill Cosby would advise me to just let it go, so I shall try to do that...

Because of my planner and my new organized approach to work and also my 12 hour day pre-vacation "get it all done, get it done now!" frenzy last week, today has moooovvveeddd sooooooo slooooooooooowwwwwwwwwly.

I am bored. I am bored and uncreative and shall subject you all to the pain that is me being bored and uncreative and yet somehow - still typing.

"How does she do it?" You might ask. "How does she continue to post and post and post and still say nothing?" And I will have to admit that the answer is exceedingly simple: I have no more interior monologue. All I have now are LJ posts that have yet to be posted. It is really quite sad.

Perhaps I am not bored at all - perhaps I am just ready to go home and not be here? It could really be either/or or even a bit of both. I wish Bill was here to tell me what the answer is.

Post Smallville Thought: The Power of 3

1. Omigod, I just watched Charmed.

2. Clark really really likes them fellas.

3. And finally, Miles and Al really go that extra mile to prove that Womyn Power will fuck your shit up.