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This morning sucked.
For whatever reason, the last few days I've been getting phone calls at 8 or 9 AM, far before my normal rising time of around noon or later (on really bad days). Whoever the idiot is who's been calling me, they never leave a message on my machine and it's incredibly annoying. Normally, I just roll over and go back to sleep, pissy but still too tired to get up and be active.
This morning, though, the whole thing made me want to scream. I went to bed last night around 3:30 AM, so when the phone rang at 9:49 AM, I was almost beyond reason. I wanted to grab that phone, scream at the person on the other end of the line, "I WORK NIGHTS!" and hang up, but I just growled and rolled over, a pretty reasonable guesture on my part, I think. I rolled over and prepared to return to the realms of sleep. I'd been awakened from a dream about my middle-school Science teacher and my college choir professor making me breakfast while I ran around the neighborhood dressed only in a towel and, honestly, Mr. Wirth and Professor Slotterback busily cooking eggs and french toast in my kitchen is pretty damn amusing, so I was kind of looking forward to returning to dreamland.
I couldn't go back to sleep. stare I lay there awake, fuming about the phone call and recalling the look on Slotterback's face when I ran half naked into the yard, squeeing because they'd brought me food (yes, I went to bed hungry). Then, I started thinking about the things I still had to do today, like my three massive loads of laundry and trying to finish Suikoden III (which has me a bit stymied and I've been renting it from the video store for almost a month straight now). Y'know, priorities.
Finally, I looked at the clock again. It was now 10 AM and I was entirely too awake to go back to sleep, in addition to having way too much to do in my day to consider just flipping life the bird and resuming my rapid eye-movement. So, I got up, fuming and cussing and generally looking like a grumpy, naked nightmare all by myself. I put coffee on, finished sorting my laundry, put clothes on (all the while muttering, "Damn telemarketers" wink and brushed my hair up into a ponytail rather than expend the energy to actually take a shower (a move I'm currently rather regretting). Once the coffee was done, I poured it into a thermal mug, packed up the first load of laundry and headed down my porch steps.
As I reached the first step, though, I noticed something odd on the sidewalk. A dark, brownish splotch. "Odd," I thought (or said aloud, which is probably more likely) and went down to get a closer look at it.
It looked back up at me. "A SLUG!" I cried, overjoyed for no apparent reason. "Oh, cool!" I knew we had slugs in the area, since I'd seen slug trails on the sidewalks, usually illuminated by the big halogen my landlord installed to light the parking lot and garages. But this was the first time I'd actually spotted one of these cool little mollusks. Instantly, I was possessed by the idea of grabbing some cardboard and a tupperware, collecting this slug and keeping him as my very own. Which I did. At least, the first part of it.
He's currently sitting in his tupperware on my mother's counter, probably confused as all hell, but he's there. I have him.
And I'm letting him go when I get home. I've been doing some research on keeping pet slugs and it sounds like I'd need a small aquarium, which I don't have and just can't afford right now. I was hoping for a cheap, easy pet I could keep in a jar...and to keep him right and keep him happy, I'd probably have to drop at least fifteen to thirty bucks just on step-up. xd Oh, well. He'll be happier in the garden anyway.
But damn, he made my morning shiney. heart
 KijiLinn · Fri Oct 22, 2004 @ 05:14pm · 0 Comments |
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