Caterwauling

It never fails that, when you’re in a hurry, the rest of the world can’t turn fast enough.

Went to a drive-thru tonight (against my better judgment), but it was nearby, I was hungry, etc. What a dumb idea, going out for food when you’re hungry. As if you’ll get it right away. Hah.

I was the fifth or sixth car in line, which sucked but the way drive-thrus are organized, it’s not like you can change your mind and pull out because you get imprisoned within the little concrete roadway that they all seem to have. Plus, pile on four or five cars behind you, and you’re SOL.

Anyway, I timed my visit there. Because, hey, WTF else do you have do do but blast Bon Jovi songs while you’re missing their concert that is going on not even 20 miles from where you’re pondering your own suicide?

Ahem.

I arrived at the drive-thru at 7:23 p.m. My order was taken at 7:39. I pulled up to the food window at 7:54. I was handed my food at 8 p.m. on the freaking nose.

I could have been HOME by then! But alas, I was still on the wrong side of the state line. Humph.

But wonder of all wonders, my order was right. Granted, I’ve had ice cream cones that were warmer than the fries, but no onion on the sandwich, no ice in the drink. A veritable FEAT, I say.

Maybe that’s why it took so long — they were getting everyone’s orders right and not, as I originally surmised, slaughtering cattle on the premises.

The worst part? I forgot to pick up cat food and toilet paper, and it’s 9 p.m. and I gots stuff to do. *sigh* I guess I’ll be using the litterbox and the girls will be eating the lettuce that fell into my bra as I was eating my cheeseburger while dodging other drivers on the Beltway at 75 mph. … 😀

But panicking is so much easier to do.

So I’m writing a 40-page instructional course.

On a subject I sort of understand.

That’s due tomorrow morning.

Of which I’ve written 10 17 coherent pages (+ 1 incoherent one).

That has the potential to put me on the map or wipe me from it, however it turns out.

I love the 11th hour because I won’t stick to a deadline otherwise and I KNOW it, but I just think about all the time I lose while whacking off driving that could have been spent working or refreshing my fucking mind so I’d be more coherent to tackle this thing. Maybe if I’d just worked from home, I’d have done MUCH better with this project. *sigh*

O Creativity Goddess, come hither, old girl. …

UPDATE

Of interest: via Neil, there’s an article on modern-day marriages … to our vocations.

So.

(*drums fingers on keyboard*)

Whose blog am I not reading (or linking) that I should be?

In honor of Punxsutawney Phil and Groundhog Day, come out of your holes/shells/worlds and introduce yourself or the can’t-miss blog on your list. (UPDATE: Six more weeks of winter. Thanks a lot, you furry little fucker.)

Janet asked the question for herself awhile ago, and Pratt graciously recommended me, of all people. (He won serious brownie points with me, not like he needed any more!) Anyway, that’s how I found Janet, who’s a treasure.

Now, it’s not like I need any new blogs to read — I only get to my buddies daily if they provide full RSS feeds. Even an excerpt feed is better than none at all. I’m a busy gal — I don’t get “out there” in the blogosphere as much as I used to.

Anyway, if you’d like to nominate someone (or yourself — I don’t know you’re out there if you’re not commenting!), feel free to drop a note in the comments.

And while this is NOT a test to see if anyone’s actually reading ME, I’ll feel very lonely and neglected if nobody sees/acknowledges this message. *sniffle*

OK, in reality, I’ll see something shiny and forget about this post, but this is a challenge to wow me, dazzle me, caress my imagination with come-hither prose. And I know y’all don’t back down from THAT kind of challenge. …