So, the office today was full of Cub Scouts on a tour or something (“Explore the exciting world of radio, kids! Now, quick, tell Mommy you’ve decided to go to medical school after all!”). At least, I assume they were Cub Scouts – either that or a pack of midgets in creepy outfits… Cub Scouts is a better option.
As if I hadn’t already been exposed to more children than is clearly outlined in my contract, I was then confronted by a confusing situation at the Tar-jay. Not being a parent myself, I’ll throw the question open to all of y’all:
Question: You are teaching your tiny child how to walk. Do you do this:
A. At home. Your nice, safe home.
B. In a park or other lovely outdoor setting filled with soft, cushiony grass to fall on.
or C. Back and forth across the aisles of a busy Target filled with self-absorbed Saturday shoppers wielding carts at dangerous speeds, not to mention one Hoody on a mission for Lobster Bites.
You can probably guess, today I was confronted by C. And I almost ran the
little fucker precious snowflake down, because I am operating on about 2 total hours of sleep. And it’s not even good sleep, it’s sleep filled with dreams about The Evil Troll, whom I’ve probably conjured up by writing about him, and who is interfering with my regularly-scheduled dreams of a certain Viper pilot.
So I wake myself up thrashing every hour or so (and NOT in the good way), which sucks… and double-sucks when you get up for work at 3am. TIRED, yo!
Still staying up watching “Charmed” instead of sleeping, though. Priorities, Hoody haz them.