Doing: Whiling away a Friday.
Digesting: Two strips of bacon and half a flopsy waffle. (Note to self: Don’t leave Eggos on the counter.)
Eating: Tzatziki sauce. With my finger.
Reading: The warning label on my hand sanitizer. “For external use only.”
Wondering: But what if I wanted to sanitize my SOUL?!
Listening to: Tappity tapping keyboards and grammatical observations from McD and Beaucha.
Feeling: Ennui, anxiety, and hope. For a hot dog.
Nursing: Deltoids and triceps, thanks to Uppercut; hamstrings and back, thanks to Fit Crew.
Making: Lunch plans and gurgly noises. (And questionable use of work time.)
Trying to Get Out of My Head: “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger,” Kelly Clarkson
Regretting: Telling you about that whole Kelly Clarkson thing.
Anticipating: Baseball at the Trop tonight.
Celebrating: New pap smear regulations! (Seriously, and sorry, boys, but when you expect an annual and get a consultation, that’s a good morning.)
Congratulating: CCB, for his new Microsoft certifications and impressive shock of back hair.
Picking: Tzatziki sauce out of my keyboard. And…granola?
Longing For: A hot dog.
Remembering: The health column I’m supposed to be finishing right now…
Considering: Posting something else later with more narrative and pictures and stuff.