Today’s been an odd one. I woke from a dream which was vivid, pleasant, and bizarre all at the same time. Nevertheless, slightly deflated at the prospect that it was only Wednesday. (This week seems somehow interminable!) But, on the way to work that feeling faded and suddenly I felt, like Tony, that “something’s coming.” Of course, it’s probably not true, but it makes for an enjoyable day. What could have brought it on? My new jeans, unexpectedly less-unflattering and more-comfortable than I thought they’d be? A sunny, relatively calm day after yesterday’s bluster?
Now, after lunch, my left palm is itchy. Which I was always told meant that money was coming my way. Whoo! This led me to look up random superstitions on Teh Google, where I found this: “In ancient Ireland if a traveler was to happen upon a woman with red hair he must turn around and start his journey all over again. “ I think there are a bunch of guys out there who already know that, but it still cracked me up.
I am deeply sarcastic, and somewhat cynical, but still very superstitious, not to mention mildly compulsive. Basically, this means Skittles must be sorted by color before being consumed, or there will be consequences.
- Lyric of the day: “We will never be famous, and we’ll never have kids. And even we won’t remember half the shit that we did.”
- Flashback of the day: Virginia Reel with Dennis
- As I write this, what’s playing? The Cure’s “Fascination Street,” off Disintegration.
- Photo of the day:
DC Carnegie Library (now houses DC Historical Society) at sunset, 2009
