Nothing like a little comedy from the mailman.
I received a couple of pieces of mail today at my parents' house. One was addressed directly to me here...a present from my friend (YAY!! It is beautiful!!!!) who knew I was here, and the other some lame credit card thing. The mailman scribbled, "HERE AGAIN?" on the outside of both of the envelopes.
I have never met him, since all the mailboxes for the court are grouped in a little mailbox house at the end of the street, so I don't know how he expects me to answer him. But he apparently knows me. "HERE AGAIN?" Yes, my funny little postal friend, I am indeed. Thanks for the reminder. I thought that was very strange.
In other random news:
I've used the phrase "wholly unsatisfying" like eight times today, and I don't even particularly like it. I don't know why I keep saying it, and the next time I do, I'm going to hit myself in the mouth and people will stare. Won't that be fun?
I have a sore throat. This is not normal for August, and it's making me very uncomfortable. Sore throat = November or February. Summertime must be fabulous and illness-free.
I can't wait to get my hair cut. I feel like Thing on the Munsters, or Sigmund the Sea Monster. Of course Sid and Marty Krofft have fansites. How did it take me so long to find these gems?
I am really sort of tired of watching my great friends go through unhappy, screwy relationship situations. I just wish people would...get with the program. Bleh. What is the deal? It's summertime!
I so need a massage. I feel like a cinder block has been sitting on both of my shouders for days.
I just had some of the best Indian food I've EVER had, in Frederick, which I find sort of amusing. Tandoori chicken...rock on.
I look forward to perhaps ONE day this weekend when the virtual treadmill I've been on for the past month will stop, but I don't think it's going to happen.
I loathe people with poor communication skills - especially when it wastes time for everyone concerned.
My dog is excited that I'm home. Hence, he's up all night, walking around on my bed. Hence, sleeping isn't working out so well. Small price to pay for such devotion, I guess.
This has been the longest week in recent memory, already. Ice cream bar, anyone?