Always In My Head...

Happy Coldplay Day! 

As tradition mandates, my husband arrived home with the new Coldplay album, released today.
I'm sitting here listening to my favorite song off the album, "Always In My Head". The rest of the album, aside from 2 other songs, is pretty blah. I'm slightly disappointed, but I can't be mad. I'll appreciate the songs I do enjoy and play them out as I tend to do. I give my husband credit, for someone who dislikes Coldplay music, he makes sure to buy me the new albums every single time. Look at him, earning my love. 

I think of you...I haven't slept. 
I think I do...but I don't forget.
My body moves, goes where I will.
But though I try, my heart stays still.
It never moves, just won't be left.
And so my mouth waters to be fed.
And you're always in my head.
You're always in my head.
This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen, out from the rest.

Yup, it's on repeat. That and "Magic", but since that one was released earlier, I'm already semi-played out on that one.

In other news, I'm sitting here, with a cup of coffee in my hand. Yup, coffee, who would've thunk? I'm not a coffee drinker, by any means, but I have had a hard time sleeping lately, and I figured I might as well embrace the sleepless nights. If I'm going to lose sleep, might as well have a reason for it. 

I just booked our hotel, which was an adventure in and of itself. It took like an hour of going back and forth with Big Momma, gotta love her indecisiveness, except not really. It drives me nuts. As I was talking to her, I was texting my sister, who was calming me down. Patience is definitely not one of my virtues. But at least it's over with. Vacation approved, hotel booked, I am ready. It's really nice to have something to look forward to, especially at work. After my boss approved my vacation, I was in a much better mood for the rest of the day. Even a nasty little rodent problem didn't get me down.

Yeah, you read that right. There was a mouse in my office. Scared the crap out of me. So I tell my co-worker, M, about it and she starts making calling sounds, trying to locate it. I saw it again by the copier, and she says she wants to set out a trap for it and mentions that mice love peanut butter. I jokingly offer her some peanut butter I have in my bag and she's like "Okay, I'll go grab a spoon.". I swear, I should have a camera following me around at work because I know I come up with some hilarious facial expressions at some of the ridiculous things I hear. I grab my jar, open it and hold it out towards her, as she dips her spoon in, all the while I'm trying to keep a neutral face because what I really want to do is bust out laughing and ask her what the heck she's planning to do. She sets out the spoon on the floor and places a milk crate right next to it. Because the mouse is going to be too distracted eating the peanut butter to notice her lifting this gigantic orange crate right next to it. That M. She's nuts, but she definitely provides lots of entertainment. At least the mouse is out of my office, for now. Hopefully it stays that way.

In related news, I'm just waiting for the day my boss keels over and dies. Horrible, but this time there is no negative implication attached to that statement. I'm not actively wishing for it to happen (not to say I haven't at some point, I'm horrible, I know), but I just get the feeling based on his behavior. He is being extra forgetful lately, and creepily enough, even nice. Like I help him out with things and he says "You done good, kiddo." I'm sorry, was that a compliment? I do not know how to process those when they come out of the mouth of the devil incarnate. I always just look at him with a weird, confused look on my face and tell him it's no big deal. Which it isn't. It's always when he asks for simple stuff, like the drafting of an email, scanning a document, or something else I could do with my eyes closed. But when it's the big stuff, the stuff I have to pour blood, sweat and tears for (I'm being dramatic, slightly), that stuff gets no thanks. It's strange. And unlike him, so it just ties into the strange behavior. I'm not worried, I'd have to care in order to be worried, it's just an observation. There will be a lot of work-related observations in this blog, trust me.

Well this blog is long enough, so I'm gong to wrap it up for today. I'm out of practice as far as writing goes, so I predict a lot of random-thought blogs before I get down to the nitty gritty, the direction that I want to take this thing. I haven't even shared the URL with anyone yet. For now, this is my own personal online journal. 

This reminds me of that Mortified documentary on Netflix, specifically the one guy who would always end his journal entries with what he wore that day. So here goes mine: gray sweatpants, t-shirt and gray sweater. And socks, gotta have the socks. Sexy!

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