Well!

It’s Monday!

At least I think the morning has broken, though the DARK GRAY SKY indicates it may still be night. Or just… a broken morning.

My day began with me climbing into the shower and sliding immediately to a sitting position, which left a notable bruise on my ass that will soon be the same colour as the sky.

From there, I got my hair caught in my blow dryer (don’t even get me started about the damn hair. No one has even noticed I cut it yet, which should tell you HOW LAME IT TRULY IS) and poked myself in the eye with my mascara wand.

I’m thinking something is off.

Not that I haven’t done these things before — really, being a klutz/mess/goat isn’t notable for me — but all in one morning?

(Interesting note: I trained Gradon to be able to tell the difference between when I a) have just surprised myself with a klutzy move, and b) have actually injured myself. If I’m not really hurt, I’ll say “Ow!”. If I AM hurt, I’ll swear. It’s a pretty clear distinction.

And if I say nothing at all? Call an ambulance.)

Sigh.

I’m actually a bit of a stressball in most areas of my life right now, so I think my best strategy is to… think about something else.

Something else like…. you!

SO:

1. How are you today?
2. Are you wearing pants?
3. If you could choose anywhere in the world to be right now, doing anything, what would you be up to?
4. What song defines your day thus far?
5. What is your favourite food in the whole universe?
6. If I took you to Starbucks, what would you get?
7. If the US presidential election were between a squirrel and a gopher, who would you vote for?

And that’s it!