ketchup

Yesterday was one of those days, the kind I could call “bad” but really wasn’t bad. It was merely challenging. It walked up, shook my hand, and said, “You’re going to need to work at me, but when your head hits the pillow tonight and the cat curls up on your lungs, it’ll all be worth it.”

It did not, however, indicate to me that rolling out of bed this morning at 6 would be worth it. I could be a morning person if mornings didn’t come so early.

As it turns out, managing people is both ridiculously easy and stupefyingly hard. No surprise there: everything’s both, sometimes simultaneously. I like that. Am I a Taoist?

I especially liked the part of yesterday that involved the aggressively crazy guy perched outside the Embarcadero BART/Muni station, informing us all that due to the government’s computer glitch, no BART or Muni trains would be running for the rest of the night. While he was somewhat correct, it amused me that all these business-casual-clad people were just sort of milling about, waiting for him to give updates. Granted, a lot of those folks probably don’t pay attention to the other kinds of daily announcements he makes, usually involving Martians and The Man and also something to do with girls in short skirts sitting on his lap. It struck me as a dizzingly apt metaphor for American politics.

Today I am wearing my new boots! They are 14-eye Dr. Martens, my first pair of actual Docs ever, and they are so comfortable. It took me five minutes to lace them up this morning, which was kinda cool. Everyone at work today has commented on my stripey tights. I was so new-boot-focused that I forgot my stripey tights would have any sort of impact. Also, people at work adore my cat-ear hat. They generally love anything my mom gives me, because my mom is just that good at choosing gifts.

Because I haven’t mentioned it by now, “V For Vendetta” is one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. And last night’s episode of “Lost” was outstanding. And I finally started reading the Sandman series, although doing so right before bed probably isn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.

One of our printers is kaput, some crucial reserve materials have gone AWOL, and I have a billion and a half things I need to get done. I dropped off some audiovisual equipment in the outer reaches of this ‘burb right before lunch and made the mistake of eating at Wendy’s. Why did I do that? I had a taste for a burger, but that thing was just ketchup-smothered ass.

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