I woke up feeling so run-down. That’s never good. Aren’t you supposed to wake up refreshed? Sure, maybe a little groggy, but once you’re up and getting ready, it usually goes away. Not today. I considered calling out but it’s such a short work week it feels dumb to do that. Tomorrow, I’ll be telecommuting, so that should help. For today, though, I have to just put up with it and try to get stuff done. It’s really not interesting or fun, though. I’d be so much happier back in bed.
Plus it’s a very bad hair day.
And I had to spend most of the morning doing admin work; it’s a monthly thing we have to do with a database and for some reason it took me forever to track down all the info I need. It’s because of that hellish story on carbon emissions I wrote… that damn thing had about quadruple the usual number of sources and press coordinators involved. Anyway, yeah, the morning’s already shot to hell and I feel like there’s very little to show for it.
I’ll stop complaining soon, I swear.
It’s just that kind of day.
Tomorrow I need to go to the social security office and officially change my name back. I’m at this strange stage where, if someone new asks my name, I find myself pausing just a little before I say it, because I’m kind of back to my maiden name in some ways, but I haven’t changed it anywhere yet. But I will be. Tomorrow, for instance. I’ll also go to the DMV and get a new license and everything, so the major places will be taken care of. But at the screenwriter meeting the other day, for example, I gave my married name but immediately wondered if I should have said my maiden name. It’s annoying, not knowing what name I really have right now. And it’s kind of trippy, too. I’m not looking forward to the moment it’s changed here at work, and my e-mail address changes, and people will be stopping by once they pick up on the change. Since I keep to myself with a lot of people here, they are likely to come by and say, “Oh, did you get married?!” And I’ll have to say “noooooo” and it will be awkward for all parties involved. I wish that part could just not happen. Maybe it won’t. Maybe gossip really does travel around this company and maybe people already know about the divorce, and will therefore leave me alone. I hope so. I never thought I’d wish for gossip.
So the other night, I downloaded some old Weird Al songs, and damned if they aren’t making me laugh out loud all over again, like I am back to being nine years old. The songs I downloaded are: “Another One Rides the Bus“, “The Rye or the Kaiser” and “Nature Trail to Hell! In 3D!” I’ve already got several other Weird Al songs, and I will always say that “Eat It” is the definitive parody song, since it is so clever and it’s actually better than the original. (In my humble opinion, anyway. And in my world, thinking about stupid things like the virtues of “Eat It” is a very important activity.) And if I do karaoke, I’ll do “Amish Paradise” if it’s in the book. I have done “Amish Paradise.” (“I’m the pious guy all the little Am-lettes want to be like/On my knees day and night, scorin’ points for the Afterlife/ So don’t be mean, and don’t be whiny/ Or else my Brother I’ll have to go medieval on your heiney!”) Because that’s the brand of dork that I am.
But yeah, something about these new three songs is saving me today. Nature Trail to Hell, in particular. I have the tune stuck in my head. I almost wish someone would ask me what I’m thinking about, just so I can say, “Oh, just Nature Trail to Hell. In 3-D.” But with the way I look like total ass today, with my bad hair and blah face, no one’s gonna be asking me SHIT.
This is a really lame blog post. I understand if you want to beat me about the head with garden tools.