“Hey, what if I declared today Walk Like an Ogre Day and just walked everywhere like an ogre all day? Pretty awesome idea.”
Working from home has officially made me unsuitable for interaction with other humans. If you see a chick walking toward you like an ogre today…or actually for the next week as I might extend the holiday…do us both a favor and avoid eye contact. I’m not myself.
Today I’m going to talk at a high school and I’m scheduled to start at 11:46. Yep, 46. Remember how in high school periods ended at ridiculous times like 10:12 and 1:37? I didn’t until I was reminded of it. And that’s part of what I love about writing young adult books…little memories from growing up I might never have thought of again that come floating back.
See you at 11:46 at Woodrow Wilson High School, friends and future friends.
There’s a commercial on the radio now that starts with this very serious voice asking health related questions. Considering my crappy insurance, when I heard this commercial, I decided that if I paid attention and answered all of the questions, this could replace my physical this year.
I responded mostly with yes’s and then the radio voice got even more severe and was like, “If you answered yes to any of these questions, you could have prostate cancer. Get yourself screened.”
Really, radio? Prostate cancer? Just because I answered yes to ”Does your frequent urination interrupt your business or social life?” I have prostate cancer? What am I supposed to do avoid prostate cancer…aside from, you know, not having a prostate? Bring my computer and dates to the potty with me?
Radio medical care just isn’t what it used to be. (Head shake, head shake.)
I’m blaming Daylight Savings for the fact that I ate lunch at 11:15 yesterday.
The fact that I ate second lunch at 2:30…can I blame that on the metric system?