I want to sit at the cool kids’ table
Anyone have a spare invite code for Pownce? Name your price.
Anyone have a spare invite code for Pownce? Name your price.
Just moments before my alarm clock was scheduled to go off this morning — at a wee hour of the morning that I was previously unaware of, because the departing flight of Katie’s First Business Trip is scheduled before freaking sunrise — I woke up from an incredibly awkward dream.
Love Interest was there. We were having a good time, doing what we do best, until suddenly my world started crashing down around me. Figuratively.
I feel like I should call him up and apologize for how badly things went.
But that would probably be more awkward than the actual dream.
A special note to my subconscious: Way to ruin my day. And the setting? A bit ambitious, don’t you think?
I am considering trading in the pizza and beer diet for a wine and tapas diet, which appears more promising after just one day.
And more expensive.
Okay, maybe I’ll stick to pizza and beer.
The conversation has taken a decidedly geeky turn when my mouth opens and the words “I was once named Resident Babe of alt.music.tmbg” come out of my mouth. (Historical proof that this, unlike all other “facts” on this blog, is not made up)
At this point, a firestorm of thoughts is ignited.
I went home and resolved to figure all of this out.
I haven’t yet. I have, however, (re)resolved to figure other things out.
Maybe my iPod isn’t really dead yet.
But is a big, fat, old iPod Photo worth reviving?
(Pause for Katie to check her bank balance.)
Yes. Yes, it is.
Update: HOLY FUCKING WOW. It worked!
I’d been listening to the radio for a few days because it seemed like I should reconnect with the world around me. And then I got tired of it, so I pulled my iPod out again.
I turned it on and got the sad iPod icon.
I knew instantly what this meant, but didn’t want to accept it.
After rebooting it a thousand times, only to be greeted with the sad iPod each time, I pulled up the Apple site and started weighing my options.
I’m thinking of downsizing to a nano.
But I’m not ready to move on quite yet.
I thought about burying my dead iPod in the backyard. You know, a nice, simple service and a modest grave stone. Here lies katiePod, who made a thousand trips between Lawrence and Wichita bearable. It would not be the first time I’ve buried an inanimate object (although it’d be less environmentally sound this time).
And then I think, maybe if I dropped it at exactly the right angle, it’d spring back to life. That seems a bit desperate, though.
Sigh.
Maybe on payday.
I have an itch to write, but I know better than to write about the thing that is actually on my mind. So in lieu of a genuine glimpse into my head, here are somethings that I nearly thought about today:
Sigh. And now I will go write about that other thing in my diary.
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