I just sprung for new glasses. I wear contacts, but my back-up glasses are two prescription old, and I wanted to have a pair I could use if needed. I mean, I can still use my old ones, but they weren’t ideal. Now I’ll be able to actually live in glasses if I choose rather than simply get by in emergencies.

My mom used to say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” While I don’t exactly agree (sometimes not nice things are important to say), I think this is one of those times when that saying applies.

I’m in a foul mood. I’ve been in a foul mood for a couple of days now. Well, “foul” might be too strong a word, but you get the idea. Basically, I don’t have anything nice to say. I don’t even have anything constructive to say. I would rant at you, but then I’d end up saying things I didn’t mean, and they’d be out there for all eternity, and people would hate me, and it wouldn’t do anyone any good at all, especially since it isn’t anybody’s fault that I’m mad. I’m just mad.

Hopefully this mood will pass (a little more sleep will probably help things a lot), and then I’ll feel less afraid of the words I may type… and then I’ll post again.

I’ve done it. I’ve lost my bragging rights, my rights to any sense of superiority. I’ve voted for a contestant of a reality show.

I’ve been watching So You Think You Can Dance all summer and feeling the dancer and choreographer in me wake up for the first time in quite a while. I miss being able to do that stuff! Unfortunately, my couch isn’t helping me to train for my undiscovered career as America’s favorite dancer/choreographer/actor/singer/goddess. Oh, yeah… and I’ll dazzle everyone with my modesty and graciousness.

But that’s neither here nor there. You see, I’ve always scoffed at reality talent shows. I’ve never even watched American Idol. But tonight there was one clear winner for me. Travis ROCKS! And I’ve seen on previous weeks when the best dancer loses because everybody thinks everybody else is voting for that dancer. So tonight… I voted not once, not twice, but ten times. Can you believe it? If this ever gets out, I’ll be a laughing stock at home, at work, among my friends, and possibly even on crowded city streets.

Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Promise?

There’s nothing like morning traffic reports to make you grateful for a seven-minute commute. Every time I’m able to stop paying attention to the news because the traffic report comes on, I do a little happy dance way inside my head. I’m not quite sure if it’s relief or a little nanny-nanny-boo-boo. I choose to think it’s the former.

I really am. I’m just too tired. There are too many things I should be doing, and I’ve only got enough energy to really care about a few of them. I’ve got so little energy, that dealing with really spunky, talkative, concerned, and otherwise awake people is almost more than I can stand at the moment.

Ok, so at work we’re planning to implement a new service. This is kind of exciting. I can’t wait to see what creative uses people will make of this service. But now, all of a sudden, people are starting to panic about stuff. Big stuff, little stuff, it doesn’t matter. Only the panic matters. Unfortunately, it’s the panic that I don’t have the energy to slough off at the moment. I’m not proud of my coping mechanism, but here it is: I shut down.

Some day I’ll learn to keep myself going in situations like this, but I’m just too tired to do it now. Too tired.