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A Good Day…. Or Is It? – deonandia

A Good Day…. Or Is It?

It’s been a weird day. For one thing, by “day” I mean yesterday. See, it’s 4:30 AM and I haven’t gone to bed yet. So the current “today” is still “tomorrow” to me. “Yesterday” is still “today”, and it will remain so until either the sun comes up or I pass out.

I’m up working because I need to catch up on all the stuff I should have been doing over the last two weeks. Ahhhh, discipline, you’re a fickle bitch.

I thought it was going to be a good “day”. How do I define a good day? How’s cleaning out the pockets of a jacket you haven’t worn in months and finding $600 in cash? That’s a good day.

But then this evening I was brushing my teeth and the toothbrush actually snapped in two! (‘Cause, see, I’m a burly, muscly he-man). The force was so great that the brush portion jammed into my gums. If this were a short story, I would need reconstructive plastic surgery costing –you guessed it– $600.

But this isn’t a short story, it’s Ray’s life living in Ontario with full public health insurance and an excellent supplemental medical plan. And no, I didn’t hurt myself, so please don’t send condolences. Broken toothbrushes (teethbrush?) are no laughing matter. Check this out.

Clearly, the lack of sleep is affecting my brain.

I will add that the past 3 days have seen me suck back so much bread and sugar that just looking at me is likely to give you diabetes. Tomorrow: back to the low carb discipline. Sigh.

I’ve been cleaning crap off my laptops and PDA. One little item I’ve been carrying around for 7 years is something my gorgeous Belgian friend Tine once said to me. Since I’m deleting it now, I thought it best to immortalize the quote in blog form. Something tells me it will end up on my gravestone:

“You know you’re handsome, you’re smart and you have all these talents, and yet sometimes you just go to sleep in the middle of the day.”

Those Belgians do have a succinct way with words.