I'm trying to have a sense of humor about it. On the way to work this morning I was a complete grouch, so I decided on the last leg of the trip that I would cheer myself up. I turned on some music and sang along.
Oooh life is bigger, bigger thad you add you are dot bee
The leggts that I will go to
the distids id your eyes
Oh Doh I'b said too buch
I'b set it up
It made me laugh, okay?
I haven't heard anything about casting for the show yet. It occurs to me that I don't even know whether they are planning to cast from the cattle call, or if there will be callbacks. I didn't even think to ask. Happily I haven't been able to obsess about it much, because I've been so busy.
Last night in Tae Kwon Do I think Master Kim went a little easy on us because he had killed us last week, and because he knew neither Forest nor I was feeling well. We both had upset stomachs from the leftover taco salad we had for dinner, and I was stuffed up besides. I also think Master Kim knows us both well enough that he understands that we're both too stubborn to sit out unless we're completely incapable, so he didn't make us do anything we weren't game for. That was nice of him. I got a really nice compliment from another student in the class, too. We broke up into small groups, and again I ended up leading about 8 people through forms, calling commands and making suggestions.
I wasn't feeling particularly well, but I did my best to help out. I was on a roll, and doing really well, but the first time I made a mistake, I laughingly said, "Why on earth are you following *me*? Why doesn't someone else take over."
A nice guy who's been in class with me all along said, "Because you're the best at this stuff."
Wasn't that nice? He was talking about my forms being good, and he was saying he liked the way I taught them. It felt great.
Compliments like that thrill me because it's actually one of my peers saying something kind in a heartfelt manner. How often do you get praise in an adult world? Maybe I just haven't earned a lot of it... or maybe it's one of the kindnesses that is slowly dying away in our society. My boss doesn't say "good job" except at my annual review. People in my office say things like "cute sweater," but they don't say "great work on that proposal." It's strange. It almost feels as though in order to keep a professional manner they avoid commenting on each other's work.
That's bee id the corder
That's bee id the spotlight
Losigg by religiod
Tryigg to keep up with you
Add I dote doh if I cad do it
Oh doh I'be said too much
I habbed said edough
I thought that I heard you laughigg
I thought that I heard you sigg
I think I thought I saw you try
Yesterday afternoon in a fit of slothfullness Forest and I ended up at home. We went to bed around 1:30 PM, snuggled up and napped until about 3, when we made cocoa and popcorn and cuddled in front of the TV to watch our brand new Phantom Menace movie! It was great fun. You forget what a good movie it is until you see it for the 7th time and are still riveted, even on the little TV screen.
We got the special edition of it, because we wanted the letterboxed widescreen version. We both would have hated to lose the outside edges of the great fight scenes. We found, though, that the very tiptop and bottom of the screen is cut off. The tops of people's heads are often missing, and you can't always see their feet on the floor. The wide shots are okay, but the close-ups aren't framed right. It's kind of annoying. I haven't seen the regular VHS version of it, but maybe it is better to get that one if anyone is opposed to having Queen Amidalah's headdresses chopped off.
Every whisber, every wakigg hour, I'be choosigg by codfessiods
Tryigg to keep add eye on you
Like a hurt, lost add blidded fool
Oh Doh I'b said too buch
I'b set it up
I think there must be something wrong with me. Last night I took half a dose of benedryl at bedtime, hoping it would clear up the gook from my head. Instead it put me to sleep, and I still feel groggy. This morning Forest could barely get me out of bed, and I stumbled and fumbled my way out of the door. Then I saw the sun. Grrr. I just went to make myself a cup of hot oatmeal for brunch, and rather than pour the packet of oats in my cup, I almost poured them in the trash can, quite by accident. I also seem to have stuck all my interoffice mail in the photocopy bin, much to my secretary's bafflement, and I just realized that I left my keys sticking out of the door of my van all morning. Not good.
Codsider this
The hidt of the cedtury
Codsider this
The slip that brought bee
To by dees failed
What if all these faddasies
Cobe flailigg aroudd
Dow I'be said too buch
I thought that I heard you laughigg
I thought that I heard you sigg
I think I thought I saw you try
At least my sickly relative crankiness has yielded me some results with the vendors around here. I had to make two phone calls today. The first was to a developer who is behind on a contract. I must have sounded truly frightening, because the deliverables will be sent out today. The second was to the print shop that has been bungling my MCIR IVR brochure for the past 6 months. We're on our 9th revision, and I've been trying to get them to run the darn thing for three weeks. After a little of my tone of voice today, the stuff will be hot off the presses this afternoon.
Maybe I'm just plain too nice the rest of the time. Maybe I need this sort of evil, stuffed up overtone in everyday requests. Behold, the power of the talking marshmellow head.
Forest and I are mutually bored, and emailing each other today. Right now we're inventing D&D characters just for the fun of being creative. He has a gangster named Ice Dog all made up, and I'm considering making Buffy the vampire slayer. It's nice of him to keep me company.
But that was just a dreeb
Just a dreeb, just a dreeb...
