Postal

I think Mad TV or Saturday Night Live should have a sketch about extremely rude postal workers.

I was in the Post Office last week and, while waiting in line, I was able to observe how rude the clerks were to everyone. It brought back memories of my college Post Office where the clerks were so rude that I had to bite my lip and put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

I wonder, why are Post Office employees so rude? Is it because "the mail never stops?"

My Pet

A Daddy Long Legs spider has been living in my shower for the past few days. It usually stays near the ceiling, but today as turned to grab the soap, I came face to legs with it. I was a little startled, but I didn't want to kill it (wow, am I lonely).

Fortunately, it hid behind the shampoo bottle for the duration of my shower, so no action was necessary.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Myself

Well, not quite, but I am learning, slowly, how to not care what others expect from me or think of me.

I'm learning to laugh as much as I can (not so easy for someone with a melancholy temperament).

I'm learning to take care of my needs.

I'm learning to not look at the things that bring me down (Nascar, Britney Spears, corporations).

I'm certainty not there yet, but I'm learning.