I am thorougly irritated.
Not the best way to start a blog post, but then again, I wasn't intended to post to my blog until a minute or so ago.
I think.
You see, that's why I'm irritated. I wandered up from my cave, grabbed some string cheese and a cup of grapes, then meditatively munched the grapes while perusing the shelves of DVDs in the kitchen. I'd been reading for quite a few hours, I thought, and perhaps I would watch something. But none of the kitchen selection looked appealing. I meandered over to see what we had in the pile leaning against the player in the living room, but none of them seemed a worthwhile way to spend an hour and a half either. Then I skimmed the titles on our living room bookcases, seeing if I wanted to read any of their offerings. LOTR... Narnia... Ivanhoe... Rebekah of Sunnybrook Farm... Complete Edgar Allan Poe... Hm, no. I thought about my new ISI books downstairs. I could start on them. Or I could do some research. I still have about eight library books to check through, after all.
But none of these ideas appealed. And then it struck me! Of course! I could go downstairs and do it! The perfect solution! I scurried down the steps and into the basement. Within seconds, I stood in the middle of my area, poised and ready to do...
What?
What had I decided?
I couldn't remember!
So here I am, posting to my blog instead. I am thoroughly irritated. And I can't even claim alien abduction. I surely hope this isn't the sign of some serious mental illness. You know, it probably is. And I was so happy with myself last night when I was falling asleep, because I could still mentally multiply three-digit numbers by each other. :P
It must be because I'm sick. Yes, that's it. That is also why I didn't post over the weekend, because my upper chest suddenly decided to congest itself. It should be all right, though, Nothing serious. I'll bet I'm back kickin' it in TKD class tomorrow evening. And meanwhile, all my friends are making their ways back to college. Hm. I don't envy them.  ¶ 2:27 PM