animals
When I was a child and the teachers asked us that if we were an animal, what kind of animal would we be, I would always think that I was a baby coyote. But instead I would lie and say a kitten or a pony because I didn’t want the other kids to think I was weird.
Then I started thinking that, yes, I was like a cat. (Because it’s a question I continue to ask myself periodically. Like once a week or so. Or, at the very most, once a night, right before I go to sleep. But not during the day while I’m at work or anything.)
Then I thought maybe I was more like a fish with big dead eyes.
Then I went back to being a cat again, but a really lazy or tired cat.
Now I don’t know. Maybe I’m a baby coyote again and I just can’t admit it.
Do y’all think that’s weird?
work and distractions
I’m a little bit sad right now because I’m having trouble with one of my projects. I was doing okay on it, all in my little work flow with my headphones blocking out my coworkers’ loud blather, until the client called. I had to talk to him for a good half hour. Then I had to go talk to my boss. Then I got back into my hole and put my headphones on, and I had totally lost my flow and I uploaded the wrong Flash file, overwriting the only good Flash file I had. (Converting Powerpoint to GIF to Flash. Stupid, huh?) And now I can’t make as good a Flash file again. Like Donna Summers with her cake in the rain. I’ll never have that recipe again. Why didn’t I write it down?
So now I’m just sitting here with my headphones on my ears and my thumb in my mouth, tears slowly oozing down my cheeks as I think about how many shoes I could buy if I got paid enough to think this hard about work. Prodigy is playing and it’s the only thing that keeps me welded to this chair.
Do you think it’s weird that I like Prodigy? I only like that one album with the crab on it.
I keep wanting to eat seafood.
Shrimp, oysters, tuna, and even sardines and crawfish. I don’t know why.
