The Water's Edge

Sugar plum soft, your fingers on my skin

Holding on is like holding my breath

Sweet wine, the waters edge, softly, fragile but willing

I'll take my chances and make this kiss stand for something

Giving up is like birth and death- will it set my spirit free

Let's slow the moon and sun for all time

And we'll make this kiss stand for something

A solution

It's not that I believe stupidity should be punishable by death,

only that we should take the warning labels off everything

and let the problem take care of itself.

Bollocks! It feels like a Monday!

Okay, so this morning, I woke up in quite a fog after having one of those really great, deep, almost dead types of sleep. My first inkling that it might be a strange day was when I tried to wash my hair using facewash. Um, okay, wake up now Terri. Second instance: I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a box of cereal and a box of Wheat Thins. I poured a bowlful of crackers and poured some Special K into a baggie to take to the office. Okay, really, Terri, wake up! After switching out the cereal/cracker mess, I went to the 'fridge for milk. And poured orange juice on my Special K. I'm not kidding. What's really funny is that I probably stared at it for a full 15 seconds thinking 'what the hell is wrong with the milk?' and looked at the experation date, like that would explain why it had turned orange. I dumped my cereal/oj combo down the sink and grabbed a yogurt instead. That's pretty safe, right? It was. And back to my morning. I loaded up a syringe with Insulin for Hefe and almost shot the wrong damn cat. Poor Guinney didn't know what to do when I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and stuck the damn needle in him. Good thing I realized that it was the wrong color fur before I hit the plunger. He immediately ran and was hiding under the bed when I left. Probably the safest place to be right now. I have been in the office for almost an hour now and just realized that I mis-buttoned my shirt...that would explain the weird looks I got in the elevator. It's not even noon yet, people! I shudder to think of what else is in store for me today. Perhaps I should go back home and hide under the bed with Guinness.

Rise and shine? I don't freakin' think so!!

Can someone please explain to me why the off button on my alarm clock is right next to the snooze button? Seriously, what is up with that?

The alarm went off this morning and I hit the snooze - one...two...three times. Yes, I agree the third time was overkill, but I was so comfy in my bed I just wanted to lay there for another few minutes. Uh huh, a few minutes give or take ninety or so. An hour and a half later, I woke up. Apparently I turned off my alarm rather than just delaying it. Fuck.

Alarm clocks should be outlawed all together, if you ask me. But since they are a necessary evil, they should at the very least have the off button on the bottom of the damn clock and it should require a long and involved launch-code type sequence of numbers so you don't accidentally turn it off. And the alarm itself should be really, really annoying. Something that will move your ass right out of bed. For me, that would be the sound of a dentist drill. Yikes! I'd never hit the snooze alarm again!