I had something I was going to blog about tonight, but I forget what it was. And my mother always told me that if it was important, I’d remember. I can’t remember so it was probably dumb. Oh, wait, I just remembered! Justice League party supplies! I bought some! And I have some questions about this Martian Manhunter guy, but maybe Monkey can answer them for me tomorrow at breakfast.
Might’ve been better if I hadn’t remembered. That was dumb.
This guy (not Martian Manhunter; the guy I mentioned in a few previous posts) is becoming harder to write off as a fluke, although I suppose he could still be psychotic and I just haven’t figured it out yet. But there has now been a second phone call, and a real-live date scheduled, and he’s still speaking to me and hasn’t yet appeared disturbing in any way. Perhaps I’m being set up for Candid Camera.
Anyway, it occurs to me that it may be time for me to shut up about him. Also time for me to consider the possibility of this turning into Something, or at least Something Other Than Blog Fodder. Although the stress from vascillating between pure denial and sheer terror at What Might Happen could spawn several (hundred) thousand words of neurotic angst, I’m sure.
But, well, there are other places my energy needs to go, right now. I need to lose 5 pounds before Wednesday, also find a way to reverse the effects of gravity. A few days isn’t enough time to develop Buns of Steel, but I’d settle for Buns of Something Other Than Jello. I should bathe in benzoyl peroxide daily between now and then so that I don’t sprout any unsightly zits. And somehow I will need to squeeze the care and feeding of the children and job hunting and all of that sort of stuff in somewhere inbetween the many hours I plan to spend standing inside my closet, wondering how I can own so many pieces of clothing and still have absolutely nothing to wear.
I’ll get back to you with the scoop on Martian Manhunter. The other puzzling man in my life will have to remain a mystery for a while longer. If I have to cope with the uncertainty of not knowing what the heck is going on here, why should you get every detail? Sheesh.