2002-04-15 - 10:35 a.m.
Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?

And the wreck-in-progress that is my life continues. I bought a new alarm clock on Saturday to make extra certain that I'd be to work early today. I set it up last night, carefully programming the alarm time for 6:17am, and threw the old one away. No more disastrous sleepovers, I told myself.

I woke up at 7:35, blinking at the clock. "What?" I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a conviction that the world really must be conspiring against me. With that kind of time frame, I was going to be at least 15 minutes late; with my hair still growing out, it takes at least twenty minutes to look decent. (Sometimes I hate having naturally curly hair; it kinks itself into all kinds of strange shapes in the night and then refuses to let go.)

It wasn't until I was rushing out the door at five minutes after eight that I realized what had happened. "Duh, Shell, it might help if you actually turned the damned thing on."

Heh. Sometimes I crack myself up. (In the sense that it's either laugh, or cry. These days, I'd rather laugh.)

... I found a couple of intriguing quotes in a CSI fanfic today. Hmm ... Maybe that would work for my next quote generator; I'll go through some humorous-quote collection and pull several out of it. Anyway, here they are:

"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards."
~Robert Heinlein.

"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life -- so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."
~M. Cartmill

*grin* And with that, I'll leave you to your day.