Quick thoughts on Monday

I'm sure I'm only the 20,000th person to blog about the suckage of Mondays. I have not been a Monday-hater in the past. Frankly, I really didn't see what all the fuss was about. But now I get it. I am tired on Monday, and my brain just doesn't usually cooperate until sometime Monday night or Tuesday morning. Why? Lord knows. I get the same amount of sleep as most nights.

So what can be done? Here's what I propose:

1. No meetings or classes shall be held on Monday
2. Work will commence as usual (barring item 1), except not until 10 am
3. Mandatory lunch out with friends.
4. Since Mondays will be catch-up day, we are encouraged to get work done while listening to nice music and wearing comfortable clothes.

That's all I've got for now.

Pre-mud shot

(Sorry, Lloyd, no post mud shot, though I wish I had taken one.)

I showed August this picture.

A: "Girl? Girl?"

Me: "August, that's you!"

A: "Dress?"

Me: "Yes, you're wearing a dress."

A: "Audus!"

Me: "Yup, that's August."

Beware

Sheila, a chocolate insider, turned me on to these terrible things. They're awful -- milk chocolate, marshmallow, orange jam filling. Who thought this was a good idea? Thankfully they're imported and only available at Cost Plus World Market and other similar places, otherwise I'd have to look at them and contemplate, er...not buying them for weeks on end.

Disgusting. Try to steer clear.

My legs hurt

Not really, but do remember when you were a kid and your legs ached for no apparent reason? "Growing pains," mom said. "It just means you're getting taller."

So apparently I'm getting taller, in a sense. I've got stacks of cds around me, and I'm randomly plugging one in after another and ripping them to my computer. But it makes me sad, or melancholy, or angsty. While I'll be gaining space on the shelves, not to mention clearing up those damn cluttery jewel cases, I won't be able to visually scan my cds in the same way, finding the right band or singer or musical style that fits my mood, the recipe, the day. And what if my computer gets stolen? Or what if I don't have enough memory for all of them (I think Ray said this was not at all an issue). And this is going to take me for-frickin-ever to finish. Like months and months. Maybe even a year or more.

"You could just leave them as is," Ray said, trying to be helpful.

"No," I sighed. "I've gotta do it eventually." And so I sit, organizing my life and space along with my music, listening to 3 Mustaphas 3 and trying to keep this silly project in perspective. But it still aches...

Once I rip the cd, do I keep just the cd in a case, in it's original case, get rid of it entirely (sell it to Easy Street)? Should I do this in some kind of order so after a few weeks I remember what's already been ripped?

This is ridiculous. I think I just need to go to bed and figure this out later. Right after Dido.

The only way August would eat breakfast this morning