Kafka had his bug, I got mine

Monday, March 10, 2008

I'd like to blame it on being tired...or being sick ( damn you ear infections!), or a bit stressed that my comp questions keep getting sent back by my adviser for me to revise again....or a million other things

but I can't.

Not ten minutes ago, I ran from my bedroom - where I had ripped my bed apart AND my bedside table, AND my dresser to the bathroom where I searched all around the sink and countertop, to the kitchen where I recreated my getting the bottle of water and looked all around the tables and counters....

until I stopped. In the middle of the kitchen.

And realized my glasses were on the top of my head.

I have become my mother.

8 Baleful Regards:

iheartchocolate said...

as we all do, my dear...

Jaelithe said...

At least they weren't on your face.

Small favors, no?

La said...

**wondering whether I should admit I did the very same thing this morning... backing out of the room slowly...**

Mitzi Green said...

nooooooooooo...

Anonymous said...

The same thing happened to me, except it was my watch. Which was snugly on my wrist. Sigh.

RM in MA said...

I am going to a sunny, WARM, climate in a few days for a brief get-a-way. I dragged out my bathing suit to try on. Not only did the elastic totally disintegrate but also my mother's thighs were hanging from the saggy remnants of the leg holes. UGH!

JayMonster said...

Oh, If only I had a dollar every time I did this. You are not alone.

Heidi said...

I too have done this. Only worse. I freaked out (as in about to cry), searched the house, the car, started recounting where I had been that day. I was looking for my phone...That I was TALKING TO MY MOTHER ON. Oh, it was ugly.

 
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