This day has not started out too great. Actually, it’s this whole week not starting out great, since I had my 3 day weekend. This not driving thing is really getting old. The mental gymnastics of arranging rides is really old. Late November cannot come soon enough. The caveat that this is of course my own damn fault should both goes without saying and does not make one iota of a difference regarding my exhaustion with this arrangement.
I am also sick of people asking me why I can’t just take the bus. I would love if public transportation were an option here. Love. It. It is not. There is no public transportation going anywhere near my commuting route.
I am a bit snippy. My attitude doesn’t really matter since things are the way they are, there is nothing I can do about it now, and it won’t be this way forever, so I should just have a decent attitude about it for now, because there is no sense making myself crazy about it. Some weeks this is easy, or at least realistic to do.
This is not one of those weeks.
I keep losing my train of thought, clicking mindlessly over the internet, in search of something productive to do. I really should sit still and finish writing some answers to application questions. (No, not more school; perish the thought for now) I should ride the brainwaves of a caffeinated high and find, if not brilliance, thae articulation. Or at least, spill sentences on paper so I have something to edit later. Some days, this is easy to do.
This is not one of those days.
I keep writing paragraphs and deleting them. There was a question on 20-something bloggers yesterday “is there anything you won’t blog about?” The answer is yes, but I’m not ready to answer what it is that I won’t blog about, or to blog about said topic. Except that today something tangentially related to the Subject That Shall Not Be Blogged (Henceforth, STSNBB) is really bothering me. It is also something that I can do exactly nothing about, so I should really quit my bitching, develop some Zen, and let it go. Some moments, this is easy to do.
This is not one of those moments.
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