Friday, April 08, 2005

There's this weird thing happening with my voice, where I sound kind of adenoidal and stuffed up even though I'm breathing just fine.

It's probably cancer.


Wednesday, April 06, 2005

It's pledge time on NPR this week, so driving into work I had the radio completely turned off. I decided to play a game to see how long I could go without talking to myself in the silence. I also played another little game, wherein I only used the left lane for passing if at all possible.

It's a pretty good trick, being able to bore yourself.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

I just cleaned out my work keyboard by dragging a straight pin in between the keys. Now, I understand the sandwich and chip crumbs and various bits of funky nastiness -hell, one of my first acts when I got this keyboard was to baptize it with a big glob of yellow split pea soup-, but I was staggered at the amount of cat hair. My home keyboard I can understand, but do I really have a steady torrent of cat hair drifting off me as I make my way through the work day?

Monday, April 04, 2005

I still hate you, Daylight Savings Time, especially this year when everybody seems to be pointing out that, actually, the proper name is Daylight Saving Time. So besides having my sleep schedule thrown off, I was constantly mispronouncing the name of my enemy, like when the first George Bush kept going on about someone named "SAD-am".

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