no. 419 – Shallow

I had a completely different post in my head last night (they always come to me at bed-time or the middle of the night in such clarity but by morning? *poof*). However, on my walk to work, trying to recall some of the details from my sleep-deprived brain, I tripped and fell on the concrete steps.

While carrying my still un-sipped-at mocha.

And wearing my white coat.

And my nicer, black slacks because I have a meeting today.

Besides the burning scrape on my knee, I am fine. My coat and slacks are not. I’m not even going to go home to get a different pair of slacks on. They don’t like the hole in my knee? Fuck’em.

Here’s the post you get instead.

If you thought I should have replied to one of your emails, I probably did but Yahoo has been a giving me this Error # 5 bullshit. A couple of you have noted receipt of 2-3 duplicates. As for you others who didn’t get anything at all? Sorry.

Also, I have yet again, hurt some feelings out there. I may have petite feet, but a size 7 jammed in someone’s mouth is never pretty. Sorry.

Most of you have figured out this last point, and that is this here insignificant blog is not a place to come for deep thinking. If you had that impression, or if that is what you are holding out for, again – sorry. If you see the little badge for "Thinking Blog" here, it’s because I’ve stolen it and pasted it out of spite. You should then report me to the Blog Badge Police.

Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow and post something less meaningless.