September 12, 2005

Who's dat? Who's dere?

Do you ever feel like you've been sucked into a vortex that fucks up the entire space-time continuum so that when you're spit back out again you're not sure where you are or who you are or whose life you're living? That's kind of how I feel right now for some strange reason. I feel really harrassed lately, like I can't take a little time for me. It's probably because school is back and everything's back in gear. But I really feel like I've gone from 0 to 150 in about ten seconds. I haven't had time to read the blogs I normally like to read and it feels like I've totally lost touch with reality because of it. Isn't that weird? I guess it's like missing episodes of a soap opera. One day Ellie Sue is pregrant with Billy Bob's illegitimate baby and then the next time you tune in Ellie Sue has been murdered by her son's psycho girlfriend who was jealous of his Oedipal yearnings.

Anyway, I've got to cut out. I have to start working on my daughter's Halloween costume. She wants to be a Pokemon trainer. Probably no one will be able to figure out what she is and that'll really piss her off because she doesn't have a lot of tolerance for people who can't immediately recognize who she's dressed up as. I think she considers it some kind of intellectual defect on the part of the guesser. Oh yeah, my husband's going to be a garden gnome.

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