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Feb. 3rd, 2005 10:20 pmM, after torturing me for several long minutes with all sorts of random crap, is now playing the cheer-me-up song. Most people know it as "All Star", by Smash Mouth, but not me. It's funny how songs retain so much history. I heard it for the first time on the way back from taking M to the airport after a visit. I was miserably depressed, of course, and all alone in the car for a two-hour drive, and I had the radio up when it came on. I don't think most people actually listen to the words of songs as much as I do, so maybe you've never noticed this, but it's a pretty darned inspiring song. And then it got played to death, and then Shrek came along, and it got played to death again, and still, I smile every time it comes on because it reminds me that even when life sucks, it's still alright.
You know what I don't understand? Men. Well, one man in particular, really. See, we have these two bathrooms. There's one upstairs and one downstairs. The upstairs bathroom is where the bathtub is. The downstairs is the size of a small closet--seriously, you have to lean against the wall and squeeze past just to get into the room. Now, M is generally a considerate sort of guy, and we've never had many issues regarding the toilet seat... until we moved here. For some reason, I cannot beat it into his head that the downstairs bathroom still counts as a bathroom and the lid should still go down after use. And somehow, we manage to alternate bathroom usages so that I have to put it down every single time I go in there. On the other hand, he doesn't hit me, or impregnate other women, or kill puppies, so I guess I'll keep him around anyway.
You know what would have made today much better? If it hadn't so strongly like Friday, I would be a much happier camper right now. It feels like I should be able to just go to bed and sleep in, but sadly, there's more of that getting up early crap left to do this week. Blah! I suspect tomorrow is going to be a very long day, too. I just drew M a graphic of who was and was not going to be in the office tomorrow.. lots and lots of people gone for various reasons. I get a little creeped out when it's deathly silent in there. But after that, it will be the weekend, and I guess that's worth a bit of suffering. :)
You know what I don't understand? Men. Well, one man in particular, really. See, we have these two bathrooms. There's one upstairs and one downstairs. The upstairs bathroom is where the bathtub is. The downstairs is the size of a small closet--seriously, you have to lean against the wall and squeeze past just to get into the room. Now, M is generally a considerate sort of guy, and we've never had many issues regarding the toilet seat... until we moved here. For some reason, I cannot beat it into his head that the downstairs bathroom still counts as a bathroom and the lid should still go down after use. And somehow, we manage to alternate bathroom usages so that I have to put it down every single time I go in there. On the other hand, he doesn't hit me, or impregnate other women, or kill puppies, so I guess I'll keep him around anyway.
You know what would have made today much better? If it hadn't so strongly like Friday, I would be a much happier camper right now. It feels like I should be able to just go to bed and sleep in, but sadly, there's more of that getting up early crap left to do this week. Blah! I suspect tomorrow is going to be a very long day, too. I just drew M a graphic of who was and was not going to be in the office tomorrow.. lots and lots of people gone for various reasons. I get a little creeped out when it's deathly silent in there. But after that, it will be the weekend, and I guess that's worth a bit of suffering. :)
