raybear | It saves me coming unglued

I just got a text message and it was spam. Like, "go to this website to order viagra" spam. Wtf?

Have I mentioned here that I tried again to read Raymond Carver short stories and at the end of every story, every story, I would think, "I don't get it"? I think this happens to me every couple years, so I wanted to make a note of it. He's such the quintessential short story guy, so this made me think for a long time I didn't get short stories, and while I still think my grasp on them could get better (for my own personal preference), I realized, no, I just don't get Raymond Carver. I'm okay with not liking him, as long as I get him, so I guess that's why I keep going back. Um, that was an accidental joke.

I got dressed this afternoon for work, slightly flummoxed as I was pressed for time and I was trying to gauge the changing weather and I pulled together something and when I went outside to take the dog out, I glanced in the mirror and thought, 'I kinda look like Tina Fey's character.' Definitely too much 30 Rock this past weekend. At least I didn't have pieces of lettuce in my beard.

I had a late big breakfast, and so never really got hungry for lunch, which meant I was starving when I got to work. And dinner was the most uninspiring attempt at fajitas I have ever seen. Stevie Nicks would be so sad.