*sigh*
came home from band practice, dinked around with a couple of songs (we're trying to find some stuff to add to our stuff to make at least an hour of acoustical material, so i raided my jellyfish cds again), read for awhile....
i couldn't for the life of me fall asleep until almost 1.
my alarm goes off at 345 am.
i am already becoming one with my coffee mug. it's only 23 min. into my shift, and i'm already preparing for yet another jaunt to the corporate kitchen.
i walked down the wrong hall on my way to clock in, then looked up, and was puzzled why everything looked so different....
*sigh*
oh, and on the same note, but having nothing to do with my styrofoam headedness, i flushed my hair clip down the toilet.
not on purpose, you ninnies.
on sunday, i was already in a pissy mood, was pottying, finished my business, stood up, pulled up the pants, turned around and flushed, then turned to the sink (i have a bathroom the size of a matchbox car, obviously), reached back for my clip and squeezed. the clip popped open between my fingers, then made a beeline for the toilet..... right as the water was making its final descent. i reached towards it, my voice sounding like a horror movie, low pitched slowmo 'nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo', hoping that it was too large to go down.
my toilet went "slurp! yum!"
my hair clip was no more.
i cursed with many many colorful words as i stomped from the bathroom that day.
uh. i'm hoping this doesn't cause plumbing problems in the near future.
