This morning I thought, "Gosh, self - there's a lot of things you're just not getting done. Why does it seem you're doing more and getting less done?"
Well, my self didn't answer. Instead, it looked over at the coffee pot on the desk next to my actual desk in my tiny little office and noted that the one inch of coffee left on the bottom of the pot was covered in two inches of mold. Note to self: "Clean Coffee Pot".

My house is a bit on the spooky side. Perhaps it's my recent watching of too many horror films in honor of the upcoming Halloween holiday that's got me on high alert, but the dog seems to think so too. Yes, every morning at about 1 a.m. the dog goes nuts barking at the staircase. The metal letters that make up part of the word HOPE on the shelf too high for me to reach uprighted without anyone in the house wanting to claim responsibility for having climbed atop something and uprighted them. Then there's my subconscious.

My subconscious, (Ethel) was making mental notes as I walked through the house. It noted that the candle should be blown out. Then as I turned to do so, I noted the candle was smoking. It had already gone out. Of course, given the current high alert status, this was also creepy.

Anyway, so Ethel told me this morning that I shouldn't get out of bed because it was going to be "one of those days". I've been having "one of those days" a lot lately. I like to refer to it commonly as kicking the dead horse. It happens rather frequently this time of year. Businesses start to run out of advertising budget funds and everyone gets worked up for the holidays and forgets about the paper. People are busy or the weather (which is usually cooler and rainy as of late in this area this time of year) gets everybody into a crab-assy mindset. So you see, I spend my days as of late "kicking the dead horse" trying to dredge up some final business for the last couple of months of 2007 while preparing all of the paper work to jump into 2008 with a bang while the advertising budgets are huge.

This makes both Ethel and I crabby. Neither one of us enjoys the world of "advertising" as such. We'd much rather be writing. Well, I would write - Ethel just hangs around and inserts an idea here and there and makes sure we remember to get up and use the potty every once in awhile.

Well there's another thing. My use of the word "potty". It seems that on occassions such as this I end up speaking as if my children are present at all times. They're not. It's not a "potty" room. Damnit. Cuss. Cuss. Cuss.

And again - it's raining. It's day number.... five? of this and I grow tired of it. I hear tomorrow's supposed to be nice. Well, shucks - I'll be on a trip where I likely won't see much of the outdoors anyway. No sunlight for me. Or Ethel, but then she's used to it.

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