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Two full days of staff meetings and interviews for our new executive director, my two hour commute home, and hockey have all conspired to leave me in a bad mood, and all I can do is sulk on my couch and begrudgingly write tonight's entry to work myself back to normal. Except now I don't know what to write. So I'm combing through my Words.doc to see if I can find anything that wants to be an entry, or at least, if I can figure out why I was writing it in the first place.
( A lot of out of context lines and such under here )
Today I sat in my car for ten minutes, pretending to talk on the phone, just so I could avoid having to talk to my neighbor with whom I am currently feuding. She was out puttering on her front step, sweeping up leaves. I am pretty sure she did want to talk to me, but I am, like, 55% water and 40% concentrated spite, with a 5% tinge of passive-aggressiveness, so I held strong until she went back in.
Then, I sprinted for the door while juggling four grocery bags, my purse, my phone, my work bag, and my keys. I regret nothing.
( A lot of out of context lines and such under here )
Today I sat in my car for ten minutes, pretending to talk on the phone, just so I could avoid having to talk to my neighbor with whom I am currently feuding. She was out puttering on her front step, sweeping up leaves. I am pretty sure she did want to talk to me, but I am, like, 55% water and 40% concentrated spite, with a 5% tinge of passive-aggressiveness, so I held strong until she went back in.
Then, I sprinted for the door while juggling four grocery bags, my purse, my phone, my work bag, and my keys. I regret nothing.
