Happy Birthday

...mactavish!

My poor abandoned little clock

I goofed and left my little travel clock in the hotel in Sedona. It was a gift from my dancers, marked up to look sort of like an altimeter, and I really liked it.

I just called and THEY HAVE IT. Phew! They'll ship it tomorrow morning.

I bet it was scared. It probably thought I forgot all about it. Poor thing.

I am a goofball sometimes

I left a chocolate bar on somebody's chair.
He thanked me.
I started to banter: "I didn't do it, nobody saw me, can't prove anything."
He took back his thank you.
Then I got all sad! What the @#$! did I expect? GOOFBALL.

Emotional Flu

Some days I feel like I have the opposite of the Midas touch: everything I touch turns to ash. Two people are unhappy with me, work wants me to work miracles (although they're not particularly unhappy), I can't banter with someone without setting myself up to feel bad for some obscure and unfathomable reason, blah blah blah. I want to crawl under the covers and pull them over my head and not talk to ANYBODY.

Except for dinner tonight. THAT WAS GREAT!!

This must be the emotional equivalent of having the flu.

(If so, dinner was aspirin, or decongestant, or something.)