Pure Funk, Disc 1

So outside the window at work where I am sitting, dutifully making calls to inquiring minds, I am watching a woodpecker. Woodpeckers are pretty neat birds I think, although if I were a bird I would be a cardinal. I would be a really vain cardinal though, because the whole time I would probably just fly near glass so that I could admire how good I look. I wasn't really going anywhere with that, but I just had that thought.

Anyway, so I am most certainly ready for this school year to be over so that I can just get out of here. It's that time of year when I just get stretched too thin. I wrote about the same stuff last year. It's not that I don't/can't say no, but it's the fact that people just start demanding and expecting and then I don't get a chance to say no. But oh well, what is life if not frustrating once in a while.

And frustrating it is right now. I'm in a funk. And not the "Workin at the Car Wash" fun kind of funk. The bad kind. I am now on a 3 day streak of bad day-ness. Nothing majorly bad has happened to have made me had a 3 day long bad day, but it's that type of day when all the little things go wrong and just start piling up. Of course, maybe it's just my attitude about it. Maybe, everyday just as many little things go wrong, but for whatever reason, I have been especially sensitive to the little things the last 3 days. Well whatever the reason, I'll be glad when it's over. Sigh. I would type more, but I'm in funk. I'm just kidding, but only partially.


Well, I can't think right now of anything that I really want to get into too much. But I will say this. I am now officially addicted to the T.V. show "Lost" It's completely Diana's and Hope's fault but now I'm addicted. So if anyone wants to buy the first and/or second season DVD for me, I most definitely would not be opposed to that.