Grouchy, cranky, ehh weh weh
My former roommate Sara used to make the best noise when she was really stressed out: it was 'eh weh weh' and it sounded eerily like an infant. I can't make that noise. Good thing. If I could, I would. And I'd freak people out: at work, at the grocery, wherever.
I'm cranky because I've been sleeping badly. All the roommates went off to various locales leaving me alone in the house. In one respect this is lovely. The house is mine! I always get to check the mail. Yeah, I enjoy collecting and sorting the mail. What of it? But it's bad because at night in my old creaky house, this leaves only me as pscyho-killer fodder whereas when everybody's home the psycho killer would have to wend his way upstairs and down the hall, killing everybody in his path before reaching my room, by which time I've escaped to safety via my window and a carefully knotted sheet rope.
When I told others about this disruption in my life they suggested I make dummies in my roommate's beds, which, admittedly, would be pretty funny when they got home and saw fake people in their beds. But I don't think a few lumpy beds are going to scare away or slow down a psycho killer. See how sometimes a vivid imagination is not your best friend? For every contingency plan I create my imagination has an immediate response. And it all ends badly, for me.
I'm further made cranky because I'm sore. My neck hurts and my back aches and I think it's from yesterday's weights/run combo. I lifted before I went running, which Self magazine tells me burns more fat. But it also makes me more tired and it's much harder to do my interval running. Interval running requires me to jog, then sprint, then jog, then sprint. I like it (normally) because there is something childish and liberating about running flat out for a full minute. This is much harder to do when you've been lifting weights mere minutes ago. Stupid Self magazine!
And that reminds me that I need to write Self a letter and tell them what a genius idea it is for them to write articles about the erosion of our environment and its negative effects on our health and in that same issue feature a full page ad for a Hummer on the back of this issue. Way to buy into your message there, editors.
You know what would make me feel better? Flying my Hasselhoff plane. One of the grad students at the lab made mine more aerodynamic by weighting the end with a paper clip. To obtain your own David Hasselhoff airplane, go here: airplane and download the PDF. Then fold and fly, my friend. Your day is looking brighter. No need to ehh weh weh after all.