What a Game-Changing Difference a Day Makes!

You know how when people are all caught up in their personal hot pickle soups, other people will tell them, “Don’t worry. One day, you’ll look back on all of this and laugh!”?

So it finally happened.

I wrote the following yesterday, and today…well frankly, it’s laughable. [I put it in blue to emphasize the passage of time, and what a different person I am now.]


I am in a bad mood today. It’s not the worst mood. It’s quite manageable in case you were wondering. But it’s not awesome either. On a scale of fun to 10, I would give it a solid ‘No comment.’

However, it has led to much introspection on my part. But not useful introspection in which I lay out past mistakes and diagram “the better way” similar to a constructive nursery school post-timeout breakdown sesh, but rather, peripherally thinking about one offhand comment I made at a party once for 30 to 45 minutes straight or licking my lips, at first in a reasonable manner but very quickly in an unnecessarily desperate way.

I need to execute some kind of dramatic move to change the trajectory of this afternoon.”

Hahahahah! Whooooooooo. What a naive schmoe I was back then! If I could write a letter to Yesterday Me, I wouldn’t! What a waste of stamps!

Reuse/Recycle Blog Material

So cleaning up old musings involves some good finds, such as this letter I wrote 17 years ago:

March 5, 1991

Dear smiling lady,

My Problem is that Reading I’m always reading and my mom says to stop reading and work. at I do it rarly. I try and stop but there are such good books. Like a a Milne Books and well there are to many good books. What can I do.Please at least try and put an answer.

Yours Hopfully

Ps you were always a good writer

[the spacing is siiiiiic]


Also, on a political front, I just got an email entitled: Babies: The Next Generation of Environmentalists.

Well, duh. I mean, look at this face:
This is the face of a carbon-conscious, locally growing-and-eating drool fool.
photo courtesy of Flickr and hellosputnik


Oh, one last thing before doomsday. Does anyone else have mundanely apocalyptic thoughts when sleep-deprived? Just me? K.


Lastly but should have been firstly, I just rediscovered this sharp piece of wit written by comic cohort, Seaton Smith. Cash this reading check with your eyes! You’ll be laughing all the way to and from the bank.