Friday, November 4, 2005

loboto-me. Oh, it's Friday. Ohhhh. Such a delicious day Friday is, what with all the fidgety promise of the weekend just... in... reach. I find that I am either an absolute crackerjack on Fridays -- full of great ideas, brimming with untold amounts of energy -- or an absolute dud. On the dud days, I am lucky to remember how to open my email and walk in a straight line down the street. I find that many, many people have this problem. You can spot them by checking for telltale traces of drool on their chins. It remains to be seen which kind of Friday this is. I do have a headache, though, and it's a doozy. I feel like someone set a bunch of rocks and a cactus in my head and shook it up something fierce. Have you ever seen the horror film, The Ring? I was mocked incessantly after watching it in the theatre because apparently I jumped and gasped my way through even the most innocuous scenes. But honestly, I find "foreboding object films" -- the foreboding object in question with this film being a deadly videotape (another reason to switch to DVD!) -- to be the creepiest kind. As long as there is anything remotely like the object or connected to the object in a scene, I'm spooked. This is how I feel about my head today. I feel like a crazy old man mumbling fearsome things has left it behind at my newly-purchased mountain cottage and I've gone and stuck it in my brain: "Oooh, look! A pretty new head! I wonder who left it here! I should use it!" And you know the cottage I mean, too: the one where help can't get to, the one deep in the woods, the one with the spooky, creaky floorboards, the one with the odd neighbours who spend wayyyy too much time on taxidermy... When my head finally goes completely mad or malfunctions or adds another cactus to the mix, there will be NO ONE THERE TO SAVE ME. Yeah. My head is tragically cursed and I've gone and tried to think with it. Doomed, I say. My only recourse is not to use it at all today. Thank HEAVENS it's a Friday. At least I won't be alone. 7:06:36 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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