Earlier today, I answered a statement – not a question, but a statement, and it was about pumpkin pie, of all things – with this sound: “BLEHHRRRRGH.” Then I walked away. No words came out of my mouth at any time. Just that noise. And it took me between 30 and 45 seconds to realize what I’d done, and that there were people at the bus stop who are saner than me, and by that time, I was already to the elevators and couldn’t turn around and say, “I’m sorry I just did that. I don’t know why I sounded like a sea monster. I’m really very, very sorry.”
Add that to the fact that I forgot my coffee mug today (inside of which was the final cup in my morning pot of coffee, and future inside of which would have been my afternoon ½ pot of coffee), and I’m mostly an all-around failure at life today. While in the elevator leaving my office, I thought, “some days I kind of wish I smoked.”
I had been looking forward to seeing Thomas and Robin and (finally) the City Garden tonight, but Graham did what he usually does when UIT (Under the Influence of Tom) and forgot to call me before I left work. Okay, so he apologized and I really do like Thomas, but if Graham was always like this when those two lived together, no wonder his ex-girlfriend was such a bitch.