My Mumbling Thoughts

I'm sick, dellusional, and unable to focus on anything for more than five seconds. Luckily, it just so happens that I had a post written down from a couple of days ago while I was waiting on Mel's shift to finish up.

Oh yes, and a big thanks to Leah for sending me a postcard all the way from California while she was on her Thanksgiving break! I tell ya, I was very excited, seeing as this is the first thing that I've ever received from a fellow blogger. Perhaps one day I will return the kind gesture. It's fun.

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11/26/05

Writers should always be prepared; a pen and paper on them at all times. I, unfortunately, am unprepared which is why I have found myself sitting in Target's food court writing on blank receipt paper, trying to look like I'm supposed to be sitting here with a purpose. Sadly, it is extremely unconvincing. For some reason, it is hard as hell to find something proper to write on at Target too. Well, something for free. Of course there are notebooks and random pads of paper, but that would require me to get up, purchase them, and then come sit back down, which is more energy then I care to use at the moment.

Why then am I sitting at a corner table, listening to Mini in the middle of the afternoon when I am obviously sick and should be in bed? Well, that would be because I came a little early to pick Mel up from work. She doesn't get off for another thirty minutes and I refuse to sit in my car wasting gas to stay warm. Instead I have taken over a small corner table and am trying my best to not look like I'm lost, homeless, crazy, or a combination of all three.

And the only reason why I'm here so freaking early is because I finally got my front license plate for my car. I don't know why I put it off for so long. It only took about fifteen minutes. Being a procrastinator will never fully make sense to me. I need to put the new stickers on both of the plates though. My front license plate is three years overdue. Oh well.

So while I wait, I'm writing down random thoughts and occasionally doing sign language with Mel. Of course it's our own special version of sign language that we make up as we go.

Aren't little kids great? Take for instance the two little boys that are sitting next to me right now. One of them has a serious staring problem that is making me nervous, and the other one is swiveling in his chair so fiercely I'm afraid he may propel himself clear across the room. They're so loud I can hear them over my music (the volume is on HIGH), and they have hit their grandmother. Twice.

I hope to have five of my own just like them.

There's also a small girl bouncing from chair to chair while coughing without covering her mouth. The last thing I need is more germs. Being sick is a common thing for me. Whether it is a twenty-four hour bug that is passing through or a full on virus that is ready to wipe out every last white blood cell in my body, I am normally the one person that is sick all year round.

I woke up this morning unable to feel the left side of my face. After tossing and turning for an hour trying to find a position that allows me to breathe out of both nostrils, I got up and decided to go downstairs and see if there was anything in the kitchen I might be able to taste.

On a completely random note, I found a bruise on my left pinky toe. I have no clue how it got there. All I know is that it hurts like hell and I want crutches.