Mixed Signals

I have to pick up a prescription. I went to the pharmacy’s website to check their hours. It said they opened at 7:00am. My watch said it was about 7:45. Excellent. I was off!

I got there and they were closed. There was a sign on the drive through window that said they opened at 8:00. No problem. I drove around the block until the clock struck 8:00 and went back. They were still closed. Ugh.

Screw the drive through, I went inside. They were closed inside too. The sign inside said they open at 9:00.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Done and Done

It’s 11:10pm. Very late at night for me. I’m trying to watch Deadpool and Wolverine on Disney+. I have about 40 minutes left to go but I am not going to make it. I have to go to sleep. I’ll watch the rest while I do my exercise in the morning.

I’ve needed to laugh out loud a bunch of times, but Jen was asleep and I didn’t want to wake her, so like a good Irish American stereotype I’ve been keeping my feelings buried down deep inside of me and keeping it all bottled up. Granted the stereotype I’m talking about applies to burying painful, negative feelings rather than laughter and happiness, but like all things on this blog, I needed to mold the expectations to fit my poorly written story. You know how it is.

G’night, everyone. See you all in the morning.

PS: What the hell is up with the tags field on the blog editor? It barely works right now. It started this afternoon and I’ve seen the problems on two machines using two different browsers. The cursor and my text just vanish in the middle of typing an entry. The fuck is up with that, wordpress.com? Let’s fix that particular bug, pronto. I have spoken. This is the way.

2.5 Hours to Go

It’s a little after 3:00pm. I have done some of that nose-to-the-grindstone stuff and finished off the project I had that is due today. Well… I still need to turn it in, but otherwise the work is done for today.

I still feel like the universe is fixin’ to pull the rug out from under me, but as the clock keeps ticking along the chance of some other shoe dropping is getting slim. I wonder if I could go back and write that sentence again and mix in even more mixed metaphors. Hmmm… probably not.

I got tied up in something while I was finishing the previous paragraph. Now we’re more like two hours away from the weekend. Kids, travel, hockey, fun. That’s on the agenda for this weekend. I just asked the band if there was a chance of getting together next weekend. I hope so, but I am sort of losing what little hope is left. I guess I am clinging to what I still have to cling to. Does that make sense?

Okay, I have sort of lost the thread of where I was going with this post so I am going to wrap it up. Do yourself a favor and listen to as much Throwing Muses as you can today. I’ve had a playlist running since around 11:00am (about 4.5 hours). I’ve made it through about five albums worth of music and it’s helping me out. Just think, a band that is renown for mental illness and creepy, depressing music is actually making me feel better today. Weird how that works. Music is pretty freakin’ magical sometimes.

Two hours and two minutes until quittin’ time and the start of the weekend. Hang in there, folks.

I Foresee a Bad Day Ahead

I don’t know what’s going on with me today, but I have a bad feeling about this. About everything.

I am working from home for the first time this week and it feels glorious. I have a deadline today that I should be able to meet easily. Why then do I feel this sense of impending doom? I went through all of the email from my half day out of the office yesterday and I just sense that I am going to be pecked to death by the universe today.

We are going to Vermont tomorrow to see the kids. Maybe that’s the reason I feel off today. Maybe my heart is already driving North and as a result the rest of me is just pissed off that we still have a full day to go. I don’t know. We’re going to meet up with the kids for an NCAA hockey game. UMass Lowell (both my and my wife’s alma mater) at University of Vermont (my step daughter’s alma mater and employer, and my step son’s current school). It’s going to be fun, assuming Lowell cleans Vermont’s clock. Both teams are doing well in the early going. I am hoping for a fun game. Unlike the Bruins game last night where they lost in Dallas 7-2. I am just going to make pretend that game didn’t happen, m’kay?

I don’t know about this sense of impending doom. Hopefully I work myself out of it. Wish me luck.