i slept for approximately 12 hours. i slept so hard that they could have dropped an h-bomb on my house, and i would have just quietly vaporized in my sleep. but i don't feel refreshed; i feel hungover, still medicated, and terribly, terribly thirsty. none of which make me a happy Poetgrrl. i have to schedule the paperwork appointment for the new job; they have to fingerprint me (apparently this is done with lasers or something now, instead of ink), and get all the tax information. hopefully someone there understands all that junk because i am not a paperwork person. i suppose they'll want a copy of my social security card, which means a trip to easton to procure a new one. the old one vanished with my wallet in that mysterious, might-have-been-thievery incident.
i noticed today that my next-door neighbors' jack-o-lanterns are still on their front porch. rotting away into small black lumps. i'm alternating between disgust and fascination in the process of pumpkin rot.
christmas cards were a plan for me this year, but somehow the days got away from me. maybe i'll send out new years cards instead. if i send them out tomorrow morning, maybe i can just squeak by under the deadline.
my parents' cat is happily ensconced beneath the christmas tree, as is his tradition. when we got him for christmas, he stayed under that tree for a week; now he just sleeps there, perhaps to revive kittenhood memories. thankfully he's too fat to climb the tree, and the small kittens live upstairs, so our ornaments are safe for yet another season.
off to buy work-appropriate clothing. flouting the advice of someone far wiser than i: "Beware of all enterprises which require new clothes." - H.D. Thoreau
so what, he wants me to work naked? -beatpoetgrrl
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