I remember going to bed angry last night, and I'm not sure if it was because I got home at one and was drunk (which I don't normally do on a weeknight, but there were dollar-drinks involved), or if it was because I've been in a week-long fight over "Strawberry Wine" (see my last post; SOMEONE refuses to accept how great it is). In any event, I woke up this morning in a (relatively) fine mood, but confused about what fueled last night's ire.
I realize this makes for a rather lame blog post, but I've been busy this week and today is the first time I've been able to sit still for a while. You know those flash ads - usually for home owner's insurance - that feature cartoon people dancing in a way that can only be described as "getting jiggy with it" (which is what the Indian marine scientist suggested his apprentice do in Spring Break Shark Attack - reference to earlier post number two! - instead of wasting time figuring out why mangled sea turtles kept showing up on the beach)? Well, I spent ten minutes staring at a woman who was so excited about getting a degree in thirteen months, and after doing so I find it's really difficult crafting a well-written missive about anything other than my hangover.