MORNING-NESS

Another morning, and I was awake. This is becoming a disturbing trend. On the plus side, I was able to watch Ellen DeGeneres' talk show today. I don't usually get to, since it's on in the -- *sigh* -- morning here where I live. So this is a good thing. Ellen is spiffy beyond compare. I want to be like her when I grow up.

The reason I'm awake is my dog, Shasta. She herself didn't wake me up this morning (for once), but her vet did. Shasta, bless her overactive little self, has issues. Psychological issues which I intend to ramble about at great length in the near future, so be sure to stay tuned for that exciting event.

I'd called the vet's office yesterday to discuss said issues, and the vet called me this morning. Which was nice, but really... 8:30am should be illegal. If I were president (running under the Rambling party ticket), I would make it so the work day didn't start until at least noon. School would likewise have a noon start, because we all know children have an adversity to mornings, anyway.

That's it! I just realized something important here, friends. An epiphany, if you will. My aversion to mornings is because I am still a kid at heart! It's my youthful disposition, that's all. Nothing wrong with that.

At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself from now on.

A COLD FRONT MOVIN' IN

In other news, I do believe, being the ever astute individual I am, I have a cold. At first, I thought it was allergies, but now my throat hurts, my nose is runny, and my allergy pills aren't clearing things up like they usually do.

Are you feeling sorry for me yet? No? Damn. Well, would it help if I mentioned my mother, with whom I live, even though I'm 29, because of my health (or lack thereof), is also feeling like utter and complete crap? She has something beyond a simple cold, so she's been staying in bed a lot, trying to convince her body to just forget about the whole being sick thing. It's not listening.

I actually sort of cooked earlier, which isn't a normal occurrence for me. Normally, my culinary expertise is limited to stirring, opening cans, and setting the timer on the microwave. But today I made goulash... with, of course, my mother sitting nearby, giving me explicit instructions. I am fairly confident I can, without too much prompting, make goulash again the future.

I think.

Of course, on an given day, I am prone to forgetting my own name, so let's not place any bets on it.

Now do you feel sorry for me?

WATCH ME NOW, HEY...

In other news, I woke up this morning with a scuffed up watch. I have no idea how this occurred, but it could have been Shasta. She has big feet, and since she insists on sleeping right next to me at night, she could have kicked it or scratched it with the pads of her feet while I was asleep. So I had to buy a new watch, because the old one is scuffed beyond repair. I, even though I'm female, wear only men's watches (gender roles, after all, generally suck piggy wonks), because they don't seem to make women's watches which perform any functions beyond that of telling time. At least not in my price range... which is cheap. Free would be better, but I've found stores don't like that very much.

I, being the demanding consumer I am, require one which displays not only the time, but also the day of the week and the date, as well as a back light for nighttime viewing. That is because, on any given day, I am prone to forget what day it is, the day of the week, and you can forget me knowing even vaguely what time it is.

I am a clueless individual. This is a fact I must face. And face it I shall with my new watch. And I will know what time it is, the day, and the date when I do it.

Even if it's dark.

'Cause I have that cool light.

Yeah. So, anyway, my watch, my dog, and I are all going to bed now. If Shasta scuffs up this one, she's going to pay for the replacement this time.