Yeah. It’s like that.

So my mind is all over the place, and rightfully so I suppose.  I’m busy.  Crazy  busy.  I’d rather be busy than not, but I prefer to ease in to major change and that’s just not happening.  So, in short, my mind is constantly running on multiple tracks, and the strange paths that the trains take are oftentimes as much as surprise to me as they’d be to you.  And the trains run super fast, y’all.  Here’s just an example of my train/s of thought this morning between home and work.  Gather and surmise:

What would the world be like without the snooze button?  I’d likely get better sleep.  I’d stop being lazy and laying in bed only to continually hit the damned snooze button three, four, maybe even five times.  I wonder how many accidents are caused by people who hit the Snooze button one too many times leaving them in a mad state of hurry to get wherever they’re going.  I wonder how many Snooze button addicts have to drag themselves out of bed only to be lazy for the rest of the day, and miserable because the “snooze” sleep they’re getting isn’t as good or restful as real sleep.  You know those are the people with road rage (ahem). You know those are the people who are irritable when the drive thru attendant screws up their order, even though they’ve been going there for well over 6 months ordering relatively the same thing.  I wonder how my quality of live would improve if I got rid of the snooze button.  I need to adopt one of these bad boys:

Clocky Alarm Clock on Wheels

This little guy can jump 3 feet (I don’t know if “jump” is the right word) from your nightstand and roll around the room “looking for a place to hide,” thus you are forced to get your lazy ass out of bed to find it and shut it off.  I have a feeling the sound of wheels and motors would stop me from falling back to sleep, but hey. 

If I hear “Death Panel” fear-mongering in my presence, someone’s getting slapped in the mouth.  I’m currently waiting to hear from my doctor about whether or not my insurance (very good, very expensive insurance) will cover an MRI of the golf ball sized lump on the back of my neck (the doctor kindly worded it as “Posterior Neck Tumor”… quaint, no?).  It’s not calloused or growing arms or a face or anything, but what I thought was a bulging disc, or a muscle knot is apparently neither.  The fact is, the doctor doesn’t know exactly what it is and she seemed concerned about it because it’s directly over my spine on the back of my neck (a suspicious location and size).  That didn’t make me feel better.  Neither did she when she told me that we’d have to wait to see if my insurance would cover the MRI.  Apparently it’s not enough for a doctor to suggest a test (or series of tests).  The business men sitting on the other side of my insurance card with a checklist of possible payment loopholes gets to decide whether or not it’s “medically necessary.”  Insurance is a business and businesses exist to make money, not to hand it out (a.k.a. pay for tests that may or may not be “medically necessary,”  something only determined by businessmen  whose interest is in their business.  GET IT?  Death Panels my ass.  Open your damn eyes.

The left lane is the passing lane, not the “fast” lane.  If you’re driving in the left lane, and you’re being passed on the right, other drivers should be able to shoot out your tires, egg your car as they pass you, or pull you aside for a stern talking-to.  How do people not know this?  If you’re afraid to go faster than the cars around you, get in the other lane!  You shouldn’t be in the passing lane to begin with!  I wish there were technology where every car were equipped with a screen, and every license plate had its own Twitter account, and that screen showed (in real time) comments from other drivers around you.  Think about the joy that could bring.  (I’m intentionally ignoring the negative, though we all know it’s there).  It could be useful — @GRB 4229 Your gas tank is open.  @1337 GRL Your skirt is stuck in the door and collecting mud.  See?  Useful.

I’m glad I’m not in Pittsburgh for the G20 Summit.  I’m glad my mother and grandmother are coming to visit during that period.  I’m not glad that my dad has to stay holed up at Mellon Institute (CMU) for those days because of what they’re expecting.  It’s scary stuff.  He’s been through it all before, but the G20 is something that raises the hackles of everyone within a 10 mile proximity.  I am honestly more concerned with Pittsburghers stepping out into neighborhoods and mobbing the protesters or “Anarchists” (yes, that’s in quotes.  Yes it’s intentional.  Yes the quotes are necessary.) through vigilante style means of “law & order bringing.”  I’ve seen it before.  I hope everything remains calm and I hope that protesters remain peaceful and respectful (though what protest, in theory, respects anything, I wonder).  I wish they could all be like this amazing Flash Mob at Point Park.  Now if that’s the way these groups are going to protest you could monetize that thing to death! (Ha… get it?)

I am pleased that my experiment of mixing Cheerios in yogurt in the morning (instead of milk) was a success. It’s a magnificent breakfast that eliminates the need to dump a pound of sugar into the bowl!  And it’s more filling!  Score!

Blackest Night #3 disappointed me.  Review to be posted.  (And news along with it — WOO!)

BBL, y’all…

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