It’s 10:30 and I haven’t written a word.

In my defense I was in the longest staff meeting EVER.

That Jody Allard woman? She is a monster. My heart hurts so much for her sons. Those poor boys.

And just like that I feel like watching the Kevin Costner Robin Hood again. So weird.

don’t look to a stranger

I wish I knew shorthand.

I thought that said “Lonely Knits for Little Girls”. That is not what it said.

I think I hate you, Windows 10.

This is an incredible house if you can get past all the creepy MANNEQUINS.

I want a witch window!

I’m sorry, Canadia. Normally I stay outta your bidness, but this really bothers me.

“These kids today with their texting and murder.”

Goodreads? Why the HELL would I be subscribed to the ROMANCE newsletter???

I’m reasonably certain I did not ask for that.

I kinda feel like going to Old Goat for lunch.

I wish Pop was here for lunch.

I don’t think I need any more stationery, but thanks.

Huh. I do this all the time. Well not all the time. But a lot. If you could see my Flickr account, you’d know that.

I don’t know how you expect me to remember a login I only use once a year.

My unicorn is broken. Sadness.

I don’t think I’ve ever used the word dossier in conversation before.

Thanks for completely ruining the clone stamp and healing brush Photoshop.

Wow. This stupid Windows 10 machine just rebooted without my permission, and I thought for sure I’d lost every word of this. I did not. Yay!

If I had, you’d have no Random today.

That lunch was definitely not at all adequate.

colloboration

I don’t know if I can talk to you ever gain. You just used the phrase “me and bae”.

I should probably make an appointment with my neurologist.

I don’t really like my neurologist.

I’m 99% sure he’s a high functioning sociopath. Like I’d be willing to put money on it.

Not my neurologist. He can barely speak human.

I think I just ran out of fucks about today. It’s possible.

Now I feel like I need to read this Hillbilly Elegy and I don’t even know what the hell it’s about.

I like those thingers.

What is this one? CS6? No CC 2017. I’ve never used that one.

What a snoozefest.

You might want to consider a diet plan of some kind. You’re going to have a stroke or a heart attack or something.

I don’t pay any attention to that stuff and my cholesterol is just fine.

I did not go to Old Goat for lunch.

It never rained today. It was supposed to rain today.

It literally started raining as I hit enter on that sentence. I’m magic.

Even better than ads on Instagram? Telling Instagram three frigging times that a particular ad is not relevant to me and they still run it in my feed.

You’ve ruined Instagram! RUINED.

*sob*

I wonder if famous people get ad free Instagram. Like that’s an option if you have a “verified account” or something. I would pay a subscription rate to get rid of the ads. Instagram is my zen. These ads are really messing with my whole process of getting my head back to something resembling smoothness.

What? I said resembling.

Yes. Yes, this is going to turn into a full on migraine.

almost blue, almost doin’ things we

A cactus seemed appropriate.

Here’s an old photo for you, since I failed to find a photo for this week.

I forgot about some things.

I very nearly forgot today is Wednesday.

I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a spiral escalator.

Um. Guys? An apple “farm” is called an orchard. Who wrote this??

I don’t want to pay 3 bux an episode to watch season 3 of Broadchurch. Just stick it on Netflix already.

Wow, that is foul.

I’m having one of those periods when I feel like I’ve just utterly run out of things to say.

Not that kind of period. Period of time.

It’s just you.

Seems like nobody’s talking to me lately.

Who the hell is Riley Dennis?

Of all the things happening in the world today, I find it endlessly hilarious that this campus is making national news because of goats.

Thanks for destroying my Instagram zen with the sudden bombardment of ads every three photos, you bastards.

Well. I don’t know how “fun” that was, but OK.

I am waaaaaaaaay too sleepy for the meeting I have this afternoon. No idea how I’m going to pull this off.

My hair is nothing but frizz today. Would it have really killed the universe to allow me a good hair day today?

At least we still

Huh. These are some interesting purchases. That’d be a handy booklight if I didn’t have to plug it into a USB port.

I should not be able to hear you crunching on that all the way over here.

If hearing is my superpower, it’s a sucky super power.

It’s so humid in here I’m sticking to my desk.

I’d rather have a sticker than a window cling. My windows are tinted. No one can see this thing.

It’s slightly different.

I need a shawl I can knit and not pay attention to.

Actually, I imagine I’ll be cranking out shawls like crazy again once the semester starts. I can’t read and not do anything with my hands.

I need some lucky rocket ship underpants.

Look at this fancy new hoodie. Whee.

Those people are constantly sending emails with broken links. You’d think they’d catch on by now.

Drop cloth = run. Check.

Still waiting for the nerves to hit, but mostly feeling pretty zen, really.

drawring

It’s nice that you designers can work with yarn companies to write patterns for TWENTY EIGHT DOLLAR A SKEIN yarn. Us little people can’t afford that kind of foolishness.

Don’t stand a chance.

I think she forgot. It’s possible.

I could use a snack.

Wow. That email confused the hell out of me.

Who says “notepad paper”?

I’m purposely trying to be less speedy. It’s a conscious decision.

Add lots of exclamation points. People will think you’re very happy. No one has to know that it’s a lie.

Sheesh. I have like 437 Word docs open.

I need to start planning the Christmas card.

I need to come up with my Halloween costume.

I need a vacation.

I. Need. A. Vacation.

This mustache is peeling off.

Ogg.

If I were going outside the U.

I should not be able to taste your god awful perfume.

Season 6, episode 15, The French Mistake, might just be my favorite episode ever. It’s so brilliantly hilarious.

You’re just not very good at writing copy. I’m sorry.

Ha. 31 flavors of crazy. I’m going to have to use that.

Very much my thinking on the topic.

Man. There’s just so much shit that can kill you in a garage. I can never watch those scenes.

Johnnie Walker Blue on the grave. Expensive send off. I don’t even have a bottle of Blue in my own cupboard.

Universally unlikable.

Well, I disagree. Not respectfully though. I don’t really have any respect for you to speak of.

Well. That formality is out of the way.

It’s so quiet. It’s like heaven.

WHAT KINDS OF QUESTIONS DO I HAVE?

I should just take a break.

Maybe the last Saturday in July would work.

I’m so sleeeeeeepy. I wish it wasn’t so hot. I’d take a walk. A walk in this heat would just make me sleepier.

Bless me!

Sure ya are.

I think it’s different. But I am not entirely sure.

how and why to

Oh, it’s for that … doohickey.

I can’t keep this crap straight.

I don’t know why this day won’t end. I have no answers for you.

Whee more training. This will be useful though. I just wish it wasn’t two hours long.

It’s probably good that I don’t have local friends. I’d probably suck at it.

I don’t think a literature review, by itself, should stand as a full thesis. I think it needs to be more involved than that.

Yes, well. They would, wouldn’t they?

I must learn to do things so very much slower.

Gonna try listening to this David Lynch audio book. At least it’s him reading it. It’s like listening to Gordon Cole. That’s alright with me.

The Suffocating Rubber Clown Suit of Negativity

That is, by far, the dumbest internet quiz I’ve ever seen.

I’ve already lost track of what Lynch is saying. This is my problem with audio books. I suddenly realize that I’ve stopped listening.

Distracting from my path of discovery.

I’m glad that road is open again so I can get back to my usual parking spot.

It’s flipping freezing in here.

It’s all fragments for me too, David. Me too.

I wish I hadn’t caved.

I’ma transcend this office and right to my house.

Great, now I want a donut.

I guess I’m the wrong kind of alien.

Season 6 with the weird Campbell hunter clan is one of my least favorite story lines. If only because the characters are so extremely unlikeable. They ALL seem soulless. I just. Ick. Run away, Dean!

OMG stop saying “perfect!” every time someone says something to you or hands you something.

I would like a new tattoo.

i don’t wanna be buried in a

Maybe I’ll just delete that.

I should take up meditation.

And go back to yoga.

And also zumba, because who doesn’t love to dance?

I saw that.

Huh. Maybe I could make that. For far less than $130. Maybe.

I would like some local friends.

I need to finish this test so I can get back to work on that pattern.

Then again, this is my brain …

This skirt is kind of static clingy.

Those are all the letters I never sent you.

I read that as “your Lynda history will be terminated.” That’s not at all what it says.

Definitely need that meditation book.

Working my way through this. I have to set aside a lot of eye rolling at some of the things in there, but there was a really great section on separating observation from evaluation that I think I need to keep in mind.

Why does it smell like a campfire in here?

OK quick! Everybody say the exact thing I just said.

letting go letting go letting go letting go letting go

I used to get so irritated when celebrities dabbled in photography, got a book deal, and the rest of us just slogged away. Now I really am pretty zen about it. Who cares? At least he’s doing something creative with his time instead of trashing hotel rooms or partying all night at clubs. (Of course, maybe he is and I just don’t know, but whatever.) Leave him alone. Plus he’s donating all the profits. That’s character.

Ah-ha! That answers the campfire question.

OMG so many chickens.

“I dreamed you had a pet squirrel. Named Bobbie Gentry.”

I can’t even force myself to read this stuff. Sheesh.

That level of cheerfulness is wholly unnatural.

Yeah, that is not at all the same thing.

Well, I guess I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.

This four day weekend is taking entirely too long about getting here.

Holy wow. I could so live here. So beautiful.

I just don’t understand. If it’s really that much of an inconvenience to write me a letter of recommendation, why did you offer to do it in the first place?

Huh. I really always thought there was an h in exorbitant. Wacky.

Can I escape for a minute?

sigh.

Can I make this font smaller?

sigh

“Want to sleep in a bit more this summer?” How about ever, lady.

Ooph. This boy.

I have no memory of liking Megyn Kelly on FB.

Wow, I sort of expected a larger selection.

Well, that was a weird little rabbit hole …

I dunno. I can almost always eat pizza. Let’s be honest.

Remember to reset. You’ll probably forget.

Pizza it is.