Isn't it grand that there's so many of us neurotic, insecure people here on the internet? It's nice to be surrounded by a group of people as afraid of their public image as I am.
Bunch of Dorks. Of which I am proud to be a member.
(Not that I'm that worried about my public image to dress the part. Me in the eternal blue jeans and non-designer clothing. Which probably means that I'm more secure than I know. I don't have to spend oodles on my wardrobe to think I look good. Because, while I may be afraid of the garbage that flies out of my mouth, I'm pretty sure that I look good. For a middle-aged chunky gal in blue jeans.)
I realized a few years ago that it usually doesn't take me longer than three days to get over something stupid I may have said to someone. Once I realized that, I cut the time down to a good night's sleep, unless I said something really really really stupid.
I didn't say one dumb thing to one person yesterday. Probably because the only time I left the house was when I drove the kids to school in the morning and ran some non-people-meeting errands, like putting mail into a mailbox at the post office and putting movies in the return slot at the video store.
Of course the Dumb Things Said factor goes up by 100% today because it's Food For Folks With Mom day. Not only will I say dumb things but I'll have to listen to even dumber things while in public. I'll let you know how it goes.
But really, about yesterday's entry regarding early morning t.v. newscasters. I don't even care if I could wear my pajamas under the desk. It's still too dang early to have to act perky. Know what I'm saying? I don't think I can do Perky before 9 a.m. Let alone 5 mornings a week at 5 a.m. It wouldn't give me more time to my day because I'd just go home at 10 a.m. and sleep until it was time to get up and do it all over again. I don't think I have the physical capability of being perky that early in the morning. No matter how hard I tried to adjust the old internal time clock.
Which leads me to wonder, exactly what time clock am I on?
I'm pretty much good to go from 9 a.m. to lunch. After lunch I'd like to take a nap until, say 7 p.m. And then I'm perky and ready to go until midnight.
Can I get a job with those hours?
Maybe I'm part Mexican/Italian/Parisian. You know, the siesta, afternoon nap people. I love those people.
This entry has been brought to you by a woman who didn't get out of the house yesterday so doesn't really have that much to write about but writes anyway so she can avoid housecleaning yet again.
9:37 a.m. - January 09, 2007
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