A Pathetic Pity Post

Well, today started out strong enough.

I got to work on time (yay!). My boss was flying back, so he wasn't going to be in until after 4pm this afternoon (yay!!). The sun was out and warming the world around me (YAY!!!).

All in all, a good start, you know?

And then, it all fell apart between 4:45 and 6:15pm...I physically started to crumble.

My shoulder started to hurt after I got off the phone with an airline - I think the way I was holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear while I was on hold did something weird to the shoulder. Anyway, it's been hurting more as the night has gone on. It's super lame, I can't believe I hurt myself waiting on hold.

And then when I got up to talk to a coworker just before I left work, I felt a pang near the ball of my foot. I took a quick look at it and saw that it was a little red there. But I couldn't look at it more intensely because my boss was sitting on the couch next to my desk and I didn't want him to think I was a total weirdo for poking around at my foot...so instead, I walked home, tenderly, and checked it out in the comfort of my bedroom.

I have the absolute worst luck with stepping on things and having things poke into my foot. So I'm perpetually concerned that a foreign object is going to enter my bloodstream through my foot and kill me. I'll actually be really impressed if that's not how my story ends one day.

Upon inspection tonight, I feel 90% sure that it's a small blister. Which is good and bad. It's good because that means it's not the deadly foreign object I'm in constant fear of. But it's bad because there's a 10% chance it really is that foreign object, and I just can't see it to get it out; also, a blister isn't something i can just get rid of. I have to wait to let it heal itself, basically. So I'm just limping around the house, because of a teeny tiny blister, until it wants to go away...BOOOOOOO.

And after getting home, when I turned on the tub to soak my feet, I pulled back and hit my elbow on the towel rack behind me. UGH.

Isn't my life the hardest? I'm physically deteriorating. Reeeeaaallly slowly.

But a commercial just came on during Jeopardy, that Billy Joel is coming to DC this Summer, so things aren't as bad as they seem, I guess.

An Olympics Warm-Up

My traditional Athletes To Watch list is coming soon, but I've been feeling seriously Olympics excitement-deprived this year, since most of my days get filled with work, and I just haven't been able to watch/read/get inundated by as much Olympic energy as prior years. And I thought you may be feeling the same way.

So, to get your tear ducts ready for the 2 weeks of heart-tugging stories, and to get you inspired to sign up your kids for non-traditional sports (I'm assuming most of you reading are past the chance for your Olympic dream, and it's now time to drape that dream on to the unprepared shoulders of your young children), here's a commercial. If you haven't seen it, be prepared to love it. If you have - I know you pressed play of your own accord, because you already love it, like I do:



Oh man, I love the Olympics. And piano music. So much tenderness!

DON'T YELL-TYPE AT ME!

Sometimes, when people email me, telling me to do something, IN ALL CAPS, I want to respond:

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?"

Because, I apologize, I just couldn't hear your message - the written email wasn't loud enough for me to understand.

My actual responses are generally rather cordial, though. I usually can talk myself into thinking the person accidentally pressed CAPS lock and either didn't realize it before they sent the message or just felt like it was too much work to rewrite the message after they noticed everything was in ALL CAPS.

Because that can happen.