THEY SAY IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!
I’m celebrating my birthday today over here at Artichoke Heart Headquarters!
I’m not telling you which one, but suffice it to say . . . I’m getting kind of old. Well, not old old, but geez, old in a baffled, “I don’t know how I got to be thirty-(fill-in-the-blank) years old already when I don’t really feel that much different from when I was twenty-(fill-in-the-blank) years old” kind of old.
I also wish to formally object to the scheduling of less-than-scintillating administrative-type committee meetings at 8:30 a.m. on my birthdays. There really should be some sort of rule.
In fact, I shouldn’t be blogging right now. I’m going to be tardy. Ugh.
In fact, it’s 7:50 a.m. and I just poured myself another cup of coffee and I’m still stumbling about in my pajamas. Blogging at this very moment constitutes what I would refer to as a Rather Poor Life Choice. Particularly as I’m just realizing that salient materials for this meeting are, in fact, located in my office, which means I need to stop over and pick then up a priori.
Hmm . . . 7:55 a.m. Tardier and now even more fucked.
Bad Artichoke Heart! Bad-Tardy-Fucked Artichoke Heart!!
7:59 a.m. Still fucked. Hee.
Did I mention that it’s my birthday?