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Some days, I wonder where my brain is. This morning, I woke up, watched the Weather Channel, and tried to decide if I was going to ride my bike or walk through the park to work. The Weather Channel said we would have rain until about noon, but sometimes the Weather Channel lies. A look out the window showed the sun starting to break through the clouds, so I decided to chance it.

Now, the merits of walking through the park would have been that I could probably get some excellent shots with the new camera. It’s fall, and the light when I head home is spectacular. I thought “Hmm, I can drop the bike off at the repair shop to get a tune up on the way home, and still have a nice walk through the park.” I packed my camera. I put my helmet and iPod on. I left the house.

Halfway to work I realized I had not packed any work clothes, since I was so freakin’ fixated on the camera. I ride to work in whatever pants I’m going to wear for the day, which is fine, but I always wear a sports bra and a ratty shirt to absorb whatever sweat I build up. Which meant that I would be wearing said sports bra and ratty shirt (today’s was long sleeved, two sizes two big – from my fat days, and advertised my undergrad’s chapter of Amnesty International) at work all day. It may be casual Friday, and I may champion casual apparel at work, but not this casual. Fuck. And it was too late to turn around, or I would be massively late for work. I rode on.

When I got here, I realized that although I had brought something that had to be mailed today, I had forgotten my checkbook (our mailroom will not accept cash, only checks. I have no idea why). Fuckity fuck. It has to go out today, and my post office at home blows, so that’s not an option. I was starting to wonder why I even woke up today.

I went down to our bookstore and bought a t-shirt with the college name on it. It fits, and apparel with the college name on it is okay for casual Friday. I guess because we’re advertising. I came back to my office and asked my supervisor if she had her checkbook with her, so maybe she could write the check and I could pay her back. She didn’t, because NO ONE CARRIES A CHECKBOOK ANYMORE, MAILROOM, but reminded me that there is a post office in walking distance from here. That’s where I’ll be spending my lunch hour.

So the day isn’t a complete wash, but still. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday – I couldn’t take another workday after this one.

But hey, look, the camera takes pretty pictures, not just pictures of cats being tortured:

My boss asked me today why I was so grouchy this week. I told her that I was PMS’ing and four days away from my thirtieth birthday, and did she have any other questions? (Also, last week she was the grouchy one, so hello, pot.)

And then I thought about it. If I wasn’t at work? And forced to deal with difficult students and colleagues on days when my hormones are basically on the spin dry setting? I probably wouldn’t have PMS. Interesting.

I’m on Mucinex and Cefr…Cefr..oh, I don’t know what the hell it is, just that it’s an antibiotic, it’s blue, it tastes like crap, and it’s the size of my apartment. The combination seems to be routing my sinus infection, though, which is great. I was really tired of the smell of mildew in my nose. And the collection of boogers that I’ve acquired in my left nostril. And blowing chunks of crap out my nose every morning. All of that has ceased, mostly. I’m definitely on the mend.

Except that this little drug combo I’ve got going on has left me feeling like my head is packed full of cotton. I don’t mind it, really. It’s made my work days much more relaxed as frankly I don’t give a crap what my co-workers are up to. I can even tune out their squabbling with little effort. And time seems to stretch out like you wouldn’t believe. Last evening was the longest evening ever – I made dinner, watched an episode of Hex, two episodes of Little People, Big World, talked to my mom, Rick, and Jordana on the phone, played around on the computer, and had a glass of wine, and was still in bed by 11:30. I have either been mismanaging my time my entire life (quite possible) or I entered a time warp last night. Either way, it was awesome.

I know, some people hate the floaty feeling brought on by colds and sinus infections. I kinda like them. It’s like being high, but in a legal and legit sense. While I could get fired for coming to my job stoned by any other substance, hey, prescription drugs are just fine! Woohoo! Bring on the audits!

Uh, yeah. I’ll go now.