Freak

Yes, I am a freak.  I don't drink coffee, I do not find Honey Badger jokes even remotely appealing on any level, I never liked John Mayor, and I would rather research my candidate's voting records than listen to how he talks on TV.  I don't care about the debate.  At. All.  And to make matters worse, I'm not interested in telling you who I am for or against and why.

Did I just break the spell of illusion, or where you already convinced of my alien-ness?

I practiced taiko on Tuesday evening, and worked very hard.  I was worn out by the end, and feeling that happy tired.  I've missed that in my long absence from taiko.  Well, it seems long.  I was also looking forward to playing last night as well, but Fate made other plans. 

I know I mentioned my orientation, but I mis-spoke about the day.  It was Thursday. Sadly, by the time it was finished, practice had started, and I hadn't even been home to change clothes.  When you consider the hour drive to get there, I was pretty sure that all the parts of the practice that would have been applicable to me were long finished.

I did go to the library the other day.  I went Wednesday, armed with a list of 18 books to check out.  Isn't that a dizzyingly exciting thought?  Of those, my library contained 5.  Of those 5, only one was present.  I checked it out.

On my way out of the library, a 40ish-year-old man smoking a cigarette greeted me, and tried to engage me in conversation.  He even went so far as to follow me a few steps.  That was flattering.  Never been picked up at the library before.  Probably I was the only one in several blocks that wasn't significantly over social security age.

I finished the book.  It was Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger.  It wasn't at all what I was expecting.  There wasn't any mystery - it was quite straightforward.  There were no light moments.  It was a tense, depressing, dark slog.  Several characters showed signs of being likable, but then did reprehensible things that diminished my opinions of them.  In short - I didn't enjoy it.  I wonder if I should bother trying to get one of the other books on my list from the library when I return it.

Today, I ought to be grocery shopping.  I ought to be cleaning.  Friday was always cleaning day in my mind.  Instead, I haven't dressed yet.  It's cold, here, and my fingers and nose are especially chilly.  I had leftover Chinese for lunch, and it didn't make me feel better.  I think I'd like tea, but I drank two cups before bed last night, and I'm just not sure I should have more.

I signed up on Subfinder, but it won't show me any jobs, because it says I need to update my technology agreement.  Actually, when I did my paperwork it included the new agreement, so that is not correct, and needs to be updated.  I emailed the lady, but got an auto-response.  She won't be in today.

Josh is going to be late tonight.  Why only on Fridays?

Today, I spiked Grant's hair up into 2 antennae.  I put a short, thick braid on the back of Abbie's head, a small, high pony tail on her left temple, and a long, thin braid along her right cheek.  It's Crazy Hair Day at school.

I asked the family if they want to go to Columbia or to Old St. Charles tomorrow for the day.  I don't know what I'm looking for, there, but look I shall.

I started reading Charlotte Bronte's Villette today.  I'm not sure what I think, just yet, but I'm certainly not in raptures.

I need...something.