I knew I shouldn’t have sat down when I got home from work or I wouldn’t clean up the kitchen, but I didn’t listen to myself. I just drank one of those chic Fuze drinks, though, and the lid says “You won’t snooze if you have a FUZE,” so we’ll see how honest it is.

Is tepid ever used to describe anything but water? Merriam-Webster offered some examples, but I think it lies.

It just occurred to me I’ve never been to a toga party.

(A new, non-summer TD design is in the works, by the way.)

Okay, I found another great blog for your reading pleasure. It reminds me of when I used to be witty and clever. I was witty and clever once. So check out what Jamelah has to say, because I link-hopped to her site and fell in love. Really, in love. I want to propose to her or stalk her. That’s what I said, too. Just like that.

And now I feel like I should say something heterosexual. For the first time since I was probably fifteen, I have a picture of a boy as my desktop wallpaper. Excuse me–a picture of a man. It’s Matthew Macfadyen, also known to some as Mr. Darcy. I’m taking bets against myself on how long I’ll keep the wallpaper up before going back to my trusty tedfoo photo. So far I’m winning the bet.

In other news, Texas Tech has implemented an emergency contact system. It emails, text messages, or calls to let you know if there’s an emergency. I’m guessing this has spawned from the VT tragedy and the public uproar at the administrators for not alerting the campus after the first shootings. I’m rather impressed actually at Tech’s notification system.

It’s like my dentist. Have I mentioned this before? My dentist’s office does not let you forget an appointment. I mean, it’s impossible, and forgetting an appointment would defy the laws of physics. First, you make the appointment. The assistants give you a little business card with the date and time of your next appointment. Then you go home, and an email is waiting for you with a reminder or your appointment. You click the email link, confirm your appointment, and go on with your life. A couple weeks later, you get a postcard in the mail reminding you of your appointment. Often you get a call a day before the appointment as well, just to confirm. Then, the morning of the appointment, you get another reminder email and a text message on your cell phone reminding you. Yes, a text message. My dentist is so high-tech. It’s effective, anyway. And I find it slightly more than amusing (and borderline annoying).

I hate going to the eye doctor. I don’t mind the dentist, I don’t mind the doctor, but the optometrist? Forget it. I get anxious and angry just thinking about it. For some reason, every time I go, I get contacts, go home, and I can’t see. Things are blurry. Even if they were crystal clear sitting in the office, they’re blurry when I get home. Sometimes they’re blurry even on the ride home.
And the test stress me out. (Did I mention this before too? I’m losing my mind.) You know how the doctor guy’s all, like, “One or two? One or two? Two or three? Two or three?” I get anxious about that. I mean, palm-sweating, heart-palpitating, knees-weakening anxious. And then he asks me to read the line? I can’t read the line. It’s blurry. It’s always blurry, even when it’s not. I forget letters and call E’s “F’s” or G’s “Q’s.” It’s worse than those little security boxes, and those terrify me to no end. (I know I’ve mentioned those before.)
I just don’t understand why I can’t see. I thought it was this whole astigmatism thing, but I got a toric contact for one eye, and I still can’t see jack. Really. No guys named Jack.
Okay, that’s not funny.

Time to clean the kitchen.

Peace, love, and bottled, fruity drinks with weighty promises.

(P.S. I only loaded & started the dishwasher and now I’m going to snooze, which basically means two things:
1. I should have listened to myself about not sitting down in the first place; and
2. FUZE lies on its lids. I’m disappointed. If you can’t trust a bottle of action-packed juice with a weird flavor, what can you trust?)