At the moment I am trying to ramp up the energy to head upstairs and take a shower so that I can get myself off to work on time. Iâ€™m looking forward to the drive and the workday so itâ€™s not a matter of dread that has me not moving at moment. I actually think itâ€™s just a matter of it being Monday morning.
I am discovering that Iâ€™m kind of getting sick of sarcasm. I can be one sarcastic bastard when I want to bed, but when itâ€™s flung about everywhere I choose to be; in conversation, in blog entries, etc., Iâ€™m discovering it makes me a little cranky. It probably shouldnâ€™t, but it does. Iâ€™m not thin skinned or anything like that, Iâ€™m just finding that drippy, gay bitchy, Bea Arthur wannabe sarcasm to be a little much these days.
Earthquakes are literally rocking the world, volcanic ash is spewing out from Iceland and people are getting downright crazy with their religious fervor. If I were just a tad bit crazier, Iâ€™d tell you that we are right on schedule with the â€œ2012 entering a New Age because the Mayan calendar, the psychics and the aliens said soâ€ stuff, but I wonâ€™t do that.
Iâ€™ll just shiny up the tin foil hat a bit.