Lessons Learned

In the past two weeks, I realized just how crazy busy a school can be before classes start. I've worked many days in a row and have talked to all manner of strangers repeatedly. I slept very little and experienced, for the very first time, a neck cramp from stress. As today was much easier than it has been in a while, I wrote an email that turned into a mini-blog-like event. And as today was much easier than it has been in a while, I'm too lazy to be doubly creative in one day.

My email:
"Well hi there, Scooby!
That time works for me, BUT! I have a rehearsal in Denver beginning at 2:00 p.m. That means I'd need to leave Boulder at 12:45 so I could pick up my stuff and drive all the way out to the rehearsal and be on time. Would an abbreviated brunch work for you?

AW MAN, my Tootise Pop is grape flavor. BLech. I thought I grabbed some fun flavor and now I'm stuck with a grape tootsie pop. What a way to end the week. I'm not fond of grape-flavored products...except actual grapes. And wine. But not raisins. Hmm. I got it yesterday and didn't look til today, so I'm guessing no one will have any to trade. Let this be a lesson to you to ALWAYS LOOK AT YOUR TOOTSIE POP FLAVOR. I'll try and learn that lesson, too.

I think I'll try it because I was terribly excited about getting a tootsie pop. Mmmbleehhh, fake grape flavor. Now I'll have a purple tongue and teeth, too. That's never out of style. I guess it's not so bad. I was hoping for cherry, so I don't understand why exactly I reached for a blue wrapped pop. Let this be a lesson to you: CHERRY TOOTSIE POPS ARE NOT WRAPPED IN PURPLY-BLUE WRAPPERS.

I feel I've strayed off topic. Something about breakfast food and hot cocoa and a cartoon owl asking how many licks I'll take to get the center of my tootsie-filled life. Since I usually just rest them on my tongue and will randomly rotate said pop, I think it's about three.

OW, I have just suffered a tootsie-pop-related tongue injury. I think the random pop rotation will need to be rethought. It's wierd when the tootsie flavor starts to mingle in with the grape. I don't bite the candy itself until the end, but I do seem to gnaw on the stick throughout. I think this is the first time I've written a play-by-play tootsie pop devouring.

SUCCESS, I just bit through! Oh, I missed half, but the other half is very chewy. Munch, munch, munch. Someone just wandered into my office. I told her I was saddened by my ability to choose flavors. She agreed that grape wasn't her favorite, either. She thought they tasted like cough syrup and she apologized for interrupting my lollipop break. I like the idea of taking a lollipop break. It's a like a little kid version of a cigarette break. And now my break is done.

This is what happens when I have a real lunch for lunch and write to you at the end of a LONG work week. I just told my fellow hall-mates about the candy being given out at the front desk. One of my co-workers purposefully chose grape (!!) Right, have I ever mentioned that I think ADD is an STD? And on that note, I'm going to deal with the several emails that arrived while I was chronicalling my break. OK Bye!!"

An Erinku:
lamp
green for day
then
yellow for night