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Still a ninny
Jun. 7th, 2001 10:54 amBut I'm getting things done.
I found my keys. They were right there where I left them, under the desk, on top of the computer, and hidden from casual sight. I knew asking her wasn't going to help.
Last night I trotted down to Pete's and snagged groceries - eggs, milk, coke, batteries for the walkman, and last but not least, an ice cream sandwich. I happily consumed it all the way home, reveling in the sunshine and the neighborhoodness of my neighborhood.
It wasn't until I got home that I started pounding my head into a convenient wall. I'd forgotten the tampons. So I put it off, and put it off, and found myself dragging myself out of the house at 9:30, because, dammit, that was the last tampon, and down to the University QFC. No baskets by the door, and so I found myself in a an enormous line, juggling four boxes of tampons, (I wasn't going to run out any time soon, dammit!) and just daring one of the sleepy-eyed students to sneer. Just one. Any excuse, baby.
They didn't, so I didn't get to kick anyone's ass. Before I knew it nice clerk had opened up a new lane and I was out of there before my Armor vs. Sneering wore off. And to add to my good mood - my parking space was still there when I got home. (A notable event, trust me.)
I clocked the distance from work to home. I was right. Just shy of two miles.
I found my keys. They were right there where I left them, under the desk, on top of the computer, and hidden from casual sight. I knew asking her wasn't going to help.
Last night I trotted down to Pete's and snagged groceries - eggs, milk, coke, batteries for the walkman, and last but not least, an ice cream sandwich. I happily consumed it all the way home, reveling in the sunshine and the neighborhoodness of my neighborhood.
It wasn't until I got home that I started pounding my head into a convenient wall. I'd forgotten the tampons. So I put it off, and put it off, and found myself dragging myself out of the house at 9:30, because, dammit, that was the last tampon, and down to the University QFC. No baskets by the door, and so I found myself in a an enormous line, juggling four boxes of tampons, (I wasn't going to run out any time soon, dammit!) and just daring one of the sleepy-eyed students to sneer. Just one. Any excuse, baby.
They didn't, so I didn't get to kick anyone's ass. Before I knew it nice clerk had opened up a new lane and I was out of there before my Armor vs. Sneering wore off. And to add to my good mood - my parking space was still there when I got home. (A notable event, trust me.)
I clocked the distance from work to home. I was right. Just shy of two miles.
