Wed.

So, the Dancing With the Stars finale reminded me why I don't watch that kind of nonsense to begin with. I just wanted to see who would win. I wanted to watch the finalists do at least one dance or whatever. But no. Two hours of drawn-out, overdone boredom. Well, three hours, if you count the encore presentation from the night before. But the two-hour thing? Included all the dancers from the entire season. Meaning the people who sucked ass. Like Kate from Jon and Kate Plus Eight. Nonesense. And Shannen Dougherty? Eww. Let's just say, I didn't even get to see who won last night because I literally fell asleep from boredom. Next season, I'll just listen to friends and family talk about the contestants and who should win. Good enough for me.

I'd like to observe and blog tonight, but I don't know where to go. I'm kinda limited, because my laptop battery is dead as a mockingbird. So I'd have to be someplace I can plug in. And that has wifi. I guess I could blog on my phone, but that's no fun. So, I could go to the library, but I just went there yesterday. My library isn't exciting, but the Wild-n-Crazy Erlanger branch is hoppin' with humanity...that's an option. Actually, it would be fun to blog from the Taste of Cincinnati Saturday. Yeah! Maybe I'll just park myself somewhere and hang out for about an hour while everyone else gets stuffed and drunk. Sweet. It's decided. Worth it to phone blog.

So, honestly. It's Wednesday. Historically, my crappiest day of the week. I'm not having a bad day. I'm not having a good day. I'm just here. I feel kind of blank today, actually. I don't like feeling blank. I wanna at least feel something. I guess I'm just tired. And bored. And understimulated. And underchallenged. And under the influence of Tylenol Cold. I'd like to be clearer. Foggy and ambivalent is not a happy place for me to be.

I have a job interview Tuesday. It's a part-time Local History position at a library's main branch. I'd love to have a FULL TIME job like that. But. Anything's better than the nothingness that currently envelops me. Anyway. I think I might suck at interviews, so. We'll see how it goes.

I finally trimmed my fingernails. I feel so much better. Seriously, like, more in control now. How the eff can cutting your fingernails make you feel in control? I don't know. I guess b/c when they are longer, it makes me feel awkward. Plus they are strong and sharp and junk and I do too much accidental damage in the skin picking department.

Also, to MAR10, the neighbor with the non-secure wireless network, I say thank you. I hope my packet sending and receiving isn't slowing your connection down too much. But, really, if you had half a brain you'd stick a password on that thing. Again, though, thanks a million! Love, Mel

Also, blankety blank blank blank. Maybe I just need to be inspired. So, you. Inspire me. I'll be waiting.