So, today we had our staff retreat. As an extra added bonus, you get to view a photo of me being VERY, VERY nervous getting up in front of everyone and speaking. As you can see, public speaking is just not my thang - hence the imaginary bag I'm trying to breathe into. I had to talk about myself and show a picture of me from school, and it was kind of cute when everyone else was sharing...but did I mention that public speaking is not my thang? Good, then you know.
Now, let's move on, shall we? After the retreat, I was just minding my own business, walking out of my building for my usual "get as far away from my cubicle and stroll amongst the downtown freaks (otherwise known as my people) walk", when, what to my wondering eyes should appear - (for those of you keeping track at home, that is the second time in a week or so that I've used verses from "'Twas The Night Before Christmas" on my blog - I love myself) but two, weird homophobic men carrying signs. One sign read, "Outlaw Homosexual Acts" on one side and the other side read, "Sodomy Ruins Lives". These were men, remember. Now, I haven't met every man in the world, to be sure, but most men I have met would say that not getting a blow job would ruin their lives, not the opposite. On my way back, the campus cops were there and one guy who had made his own sign and was holding it up above his head that said, "Gay and Proud". That's a lot of drama there for the first half of my day.
After work, I tried to go running. Coadster had cross country and Stinky was still busy being the volleyball team manager, so I had a whole hour to myself. Of course, when I started running, it was sunny and nice, then suddenly, there were two clouds in the sky, it was still pretty sunny, but it started to downpour. I would have been fine with it, if I hadn't been carrying my cell phone/Mp3 player. I cut my run short and hightailed it home. It worked out okay, because Stinky got out earlier than expected and I was back in time to pick her up.
The rest of the evening, I spent trying to get my XBox live thing going on, and it didn't quite work, then my computer didn't work and then I called the cable company and they helped me figure out that my modem was kind of kooky, but it still stressed me out anyway. I was, however able to complete the circle of beginning my day being all stressed out and breathing into a bag, and then ending the day being all stressed out and breathing into a bag. It's really all about continuity, isn't it?