Snapshots of my mental gear-grinding

[mizarchivist]

Note to self: just because they're nuns doesn't mean they'll stop at the bloody crosswalk.

What a difference the right yogurt makes! Full fatted Dannon (plain) thankyouverymuch for my granola. Makes the whole thing so much more palatable.

When one is dreaming about trying on new knee-high boots (of the flats variety, that would probably rock for motorcycling), while trying to get ready for high school at one's parents house after a big snow storm... well, just get the hell up. Your brain is telling you that you'd better get a move-on or you really will be late.

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[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

re-reading that, it becomes apparant that I need either more coffee or more sleep (or possibly less cough syrup). Please disregard, or just assume it's amusing and give me some benefit of the doubt. 8)

[mizarchivist]

Did you figure out I was in the crosswalk and the nuns were driving? smile.
For what it's worth... they didn't come close to hitting me, but it was sorta disconcerting.
I wasn't even that mad! Usually I am when folks don't notice me.. (all in black set against a bright morning sun shining directly in their eyes... wonder why they didn't see me?!)

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

No, for some reason I thought you were trying not to run over the nuns. 8)

I am very fried. Yay fried.