So far my Wednesday is not going well. I ordered a soy chai latte, paid waaaaaaay too much for it and it tasted like the soy was old, really old. I didn’t figure this out until after I was at work. Terrific. The little I was able to choke down gave me a stomach ache. I guess its back to green tea… Since I’m stuck in this rolling chair for the rest of the morning I have to deal with a splitting caffeine headache – apparently 2 sips of chai does not a caffeine addiction satisfy. Now I’m grumpy. I hate this rolley chair because my legs aren’t long enough to be firmly planted on the ground. When I breathe too heavily or shift around too much my chair rolls away from the desk.

The lack of caffeine in my system makes me contemplative. Go figure. I begin thinking of all the things about me that are strange. One issue in particular has been bouncing around upstairs more than others: the only flirty attention or date offers I receive are from men who are 40+ in age. Yes, maturity is important. I also don’t like bar-hoppers. Yes, that is hard to find in a person under 40 years of age. Perhaps my picky attitude is reflected when I talk to everyone. I don’t care. I’m getting horribly fed up. I don’t particularly want to date right now and I’d prefer to have no attention directed my way. The last time I checked smiling and being nice didn’t translate into “I’m interested in dating you.” Good grief.

One another note, my voice lessons are soon to start up again. I’m not sure how I’m feeling about that. I’m enjoying my break a little too much this time I think. CSI has sort of replaced practice and the rest of the time I’m beating off 40 yr old men. I can’t seem to get moving and practice as much as I used to. I wish I could blame work— that I’m just too tired, but that is only a small part of it. Hello ennui, you’ve been gone far too long.