I refuse to have a manic monday, you know the kind from the Bangles. I always loved that song and agreed with it, but I think most manic mondays are caused by people who didn't feel there was a need to get themselves ready for it on friday. Work-wise anyway.
But no, this manic monday is the meme, I figured I should post something and I don't even know why I decided to do it.
I am sitting here on the couch freezing. I turned the heater on, which is the key to keeping me warm, and I have a flannel sheet thrown over my arms with my hands sticking out to type. I haven't figured out what to do with myself yet. I have another test to take for the agency, for Excel. I took both the Word and the Typing test yesterday while Velvet and Dusty were playing musical kitty laying spots and Dusty was also trying to get at my coffee.
I stopped taking the tests because I knew the cats would eventually win out, driving me insane and I'd screw up. I did quite well on Word and the Typing test. I missed two on the Word test, one I clicked 'next question' twice and so it skipped one. The other I apparently got wrong and I don't know which one that was. I got 77 words per minute while swatting at Dusty trying to get to my coffee with one error, which brought me down to 76. Apparently I forgot to correct something before the 5 minutes was up.
I know I need to finish off the Excel test today at some point. I think I am going to lock up the cats while I do it. They enjoy driving me insane, I swear. I haven't done dishes in two days and I didn't do any laundry yesterday. I did take a long hot shower after the tests though to try and relax, it didn't work.
I ate some buttered toast yesterday afternoon and before finishing the slice I almost got sick. My stomach started feeling really sick and I prevented myself from tossing my cookies all over the living room and decided I needed to go back to bed. That was about 2 in the afternoon yesterday. I gave the other slice of toast to the Little Lady, she did not get sick so I know that it wasn't the toast or the bread or the butter that caused it.
I'm drinking water this morning instead of coffee. I know, I know, why bother? I think I've been getting dehyrdated. When we had pop and a lot of milk, I had a drink in front of me all the time whether it was coffee, chocolate milk or pop I was drinking something. Now that we are low on milk and the pop is all gone I have been relying on coffee and I only drink one cup a day, rarely anymore than that. One day I had three cups of coffee - I was making what my Honey calls Bastard Mochas.
You want to make a Bastard Mocha? It's not hard. In your cup add a tablespoon of sugar (if you are like me you may want 2) then throw in a packet of hot chocolate. Add hot coffee and stir, then add milk as you desire. They are extremely good. I like mine sweet, but I didn't care for having three tablespoons of sugar like I normally do.
Alright, well I am off. Laters.
