the wrong side of the bed

Thursday, October 11, 2007

nothing fudged

this is exactly the email that my mom sent me earlier:

"I just came back from a horrible meeting. My phone says somebody text
messaged me and I don't know how to get it off. I've been thinking about
you all day.

I must have been in the chowder this morning when you called because I
didn't hear anything. The red light was blinking when I got home.

Daddy is in Austin going to a conference and I am going to go up on Friday.
My brother Bill is bringing Devin to see my mom. It is all getting to
poignant for me.... Too many maybe the last times....

She got a hair cut and Nancy helped her take a real shower, not just a
lickety split one. Mom says that's Nancy's job... Thanks Nancy!!

I really like you. I guess I will eat peanut butter and jelly.


my grandmother is going to die soon. i didn't actually call my mom this morning, despite what she thinks. my mom calls showers "chowders."

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Monday, October 08, 2007


sometimes we need something to celebrate. i am chosing today, international cephalopod awareness day. sure, it seems like a group of octopus fans made this up just a few days ago. who cares? their point was that talking like a pirate is kinda stupid, too. cephalopods are pretty great and usually don't steal from you. and do you really believe all of those tales about giant squids bringing down ships in the ocean? big squids have reportedly attacked small fishing vessels, but they weren't giant. just 40 feet including tentacles. i mean, that is hardly monster sized, right? probably terrifying, but still, come on people, that's tiny.

octopuses can, if kept as pets, get out of their tanks, go to nearby tanks, eat the fish kept there, and slink back home. so maybe i would worry about that more than kraken.


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Friday, October 05, 2007

just an observation

my job requires that i interact with a lot of people. i give small presentations to groups of parents, i lead meetings, i meet people one on one. why is it that, though i do these things regularly, i can never remember to say my name? i always remember to introduce myself halfway through when i should have done so at the beginning. this seems like something i should not forget as it happens over and over again.


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Monday, October 01, 2007

there is something on the other side of this door

in my bedroom, there is a door that is locked, and, even when unlocked, cannot be opened. i have no idea what is on the other side. when i moved in i tried very hard to get through but nothing. i decided to stop being curious. last night at 2:30, someone tugged the door from the other side. i shouted, "what the fuck!" and footsteps walked away. color me very disturbed. this morning i tried opening the door again and it is firmly stuck closed. there could be something on the other person's side that prevents me from pushing through. unfortunately, because the door opens out, i don't have that same option.

there is more to this story. there was a weird crumbling sound from the other side of the door on saturday along with the sound of men's voices. there was talking, television, and smoking taking place much closer to me than normal through the walls. there was.. i dunno. i guess that is what there was. mostly, there was someone trying to open my bedroom door in the middle of the night.

this is a blurry picture of my door. i shake a lot.


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