A Day in the Head of Ana

Sometimes, I think I could be institutionalized based on the things that run through my head. Or have my IQ drop. A lot.

Here are some of the thoughts that ran through my head on Monday. Well, the ones I remember.

• Of course you didn't set your alarm to wake up, but the one to leave. Get up and move it, sister.
• I really need to tweeze my brows.
• I swear my mind knows I'm going to oversleep when it has me set out my clothes the night before.
• What ring made those marks on my finger?
• Oh. That's a band aid.
• You don't own a ring that fits your index finger.
• That really is a bad place for a cut. 
• Ow.
• Pat yourself on the back for remembering to grab your nail polish for touch ups.
• You are totally to be congratulated for the Bronco's win since you were cooking yesterday when they scored.
• What was I doing?
• Effing WebSense.
• G damnit, Lotus Notes, your one job is to send and receive emails. DO IT.
• No really, Lotus Notes, I would chuck you onto the side of the road if you weren't connected to everything else.
• What was I doing?
• Alright, Help Desk, update your hold music.
• Is that another snag in my tights?! Damnit.
• What was I doing?
• Ugh.
• Is that a cape?
• Someone should tell him he's lost in his wizarding world with those University of Indiana sweatpants. 
• The Hoosiers should depants him for besmirching their legacy.
• He clearly needs a parent figure or girl to tell him "NO".
• Really? You want a vanity plate "PUGLVER"?! Are you sure you're not gay?
• Yeah, I think you might be. 
• Not that there's anything wrong with that, but even gay guys wouldn't let you get that vanity plate.
• Oh dear lawd, I have to ride this insanely long escalator. Don't hyperventilate.
• It's ok. Just look down. Don't look up.
• Oh lawd. Vertigo. Look down, look down!
• I love working from home. 
• UGH. Why is my download speed so slow?
• Effing Comcast.
• I really don't like working from home.
• I need two screens.
• Ugh.
• What do I want for dinner?
• How about a half recipe of no bake cookies.
• I bet I could sub ingredients to make them healthier. 
• Nope. I cannot. They taste like burnt tar.
• Good thing I got the real ingredients.
• Ew. How do you clean tar out of a saucepan?
• UGH.
• I should blog.
• Is that a mark from a ring on my finger? 
• Nope. Still a band aid.
• What was I doing?

It's one of those Mondays. Surprisingly, I have a day chalk full of meetings today and I am donating blood. (Yay me! Universal donor, O-, wha wha!!) Should be a fun and potentially woozy day.