Flipflops in the Rain


jeepers, creepers, wide awake peepers

i had a dream last night that someone wanted to scoop my eyeballs out of their sockets with a plastic spoon.

i’m not even going to analyze this one. i’m just going to go about my day (and maybe try not to let too many people get a good look at my dazzling baby blue-greens).

i’ve been up since 3. in the morning. considering i usually roll out of bed at 8:10 and jump in my car five minutes later, this is absurd. instead, this morning, i read, watched gilmore girls and fringe, went to the gym, made an omelet and drank orange juice, tea and coffee. i’m still completely wired, and i’m a little concerned about hitting that adrenaline wall come one o’clock.

if the impact of this early morning isn’t too bad, i’m vowing* to get up early at least twice a week because i feel amazingly productive and energetic for once.

*hey, don’t you doubt me — my online vows have worked before… ish.



eye’m feeling a bit nauseous.
February 27, 2008, 12:02 pm
Filed under: fear and loathing, work and play | Tags: , , , , ,

I have a lump on my eye.
And my vision is going cloudy.
And my stomach is churning because my evil co-workers are telling me (in graphic detail) how the doctors will get rid of my eye growth.

This is why I hate doctors. They’re licensed to slice and dice and burn me.
This is also why I hate my co-workers. They’re licensed to terrorize and provoke me.

UPDATE: Poem wins the Creepiest Co-worker Award for sending me this horrendous piece of art. Fair warning — this link is not for the weak-stomached.