Tonight I can hear the tv from Someone Else’s Apartment. This doesn’t usually happen. Usually this only happens on Monday nights when there is a new “CSI: Miami” on because my neighbors watch it really loud. I don’t mind– I used to be watching it too. I don’t mind now that I don’t watch it as it seems to be the only thing they ever watch.
I caught a cold today. Work gave it to me, I think. Stupid cold. I came home and sucked back on my asthma inhaler to try and prevent that whole debacle. The asthma debacle, I mean. Also an indication that I am sick: I had tea with caffeine in it to try and stay awake at work, and then had a nap when I got home. Caffeine and sleep aren’t normally compatable in my body. Although I do seem to be pretty awake and keen to go now, and it’s pretty late.
For some reason I’m not computing words when they are written vertical. Or numbers either. I was just now sure that my music playlist was out of order, listing “1,2,3” but that’s a pretty routine sequence, wouldn’t you say. Another example, in letters, is the word “church” that is written on a building near my work in great, big, letters. I looked up at this the other day and my brain thought it was a loopy, decorative maze or something. A second later I could see the letters again, but it was wacky not seeing them for a second. (P.S. The word “church” is on an actual church, if you were wondering).
Also today I got a funny look for describing the big painting on the side of a building (another building, not the church) as a “mural”. But that’s what paintings are called when they’re huge and on the sides of buildings, right? I am obviously pretentious, not just aware of the correct words for things.
I came up with a mildly clever transition today, joining two previously seperate stories. At least I hope it’s clever. When transitions aren’t clever they read like the woogly-woogly lines in “Wayne’s World”. And the more I read, and the more I try to write transitions, the more I see the woogly-woogly effect.