CITY WORKERS ATTACK

My trash can magically reappeared.  ???  While my neighbors aren't exactly Einstein clones, I didn't take them to be raving lunatics.  This is so bizarre!  Who steals nasty ole trash cans?  And then returns them?  Well, fine.  At least I don't have to go buy another one.  And let's face it.  It's a trash can.  It's hardly a family heirloom.

I'm wondering if the magical reappearance has something to do with the city workers and their big noisy machines chewing up my yard last week.  These long yellow tubes are being plugged into everybody's front lawn up and down the street.  I believe AT&T is putting in fiber optics.  Woop-tee-doo.  I'm still not going to order their service.  Lay alllllll the lines you want, boys. I distinctly remember AT&T's rotten customer service from past experiences and no amount of fancy wires is going to change my mind.  I suppose it could be the cable company.  But I'm not dealing with them either.  Hooray for non-AT&T cell phones and satellite TV.  Now could you please fill all these ugly holes?  I know you've got a job to do, but you're wasting your time here.  And my poor grass.  Please don't leave me with a yard of DIRT like last summer.

But I will say... if those workers had something to do with my trash can reappearing, then I salute them.  Now.  If only they could get their buddies with the city to come pick up the big pile of broken limbs that's been sitting near the curb since our rash of storms and tornadoes several months ago.  That would be quite welcome.  I'm not sure why it's taking the city so long to pick up the brush pile.  I suppose they're fully occupied with digging holes.

But hey.  At least I have my trash can back.

THIEF

Someone stole my trash can.  WHO DOES THAT?  So irritated.  Harumph.

INSOMNIA

There are some nights when I feel like I'll miss out on something if I go to bed too early.  I can't explain it.  I no longer live in a big city mecca hubbub of activity.  I live in a small town that shuts down way before midnight.  What exactly would I be missing?  Nothing.  I'm missing absolutely nothing.  And then I hit a second wind right after midnight because of all the crazy shifts I used to work in a former life as a broadcast journalist slash TV producer slash manager of a 24 hour operation.  The night owl comes alive and then I never seem to get tired.  And then I wind up sleeping in too late the next morning.  And then I'm dragging around all day in a fog.  And OH it feels so good to get a healthy, nourishing night's sleep and wake up feeling refreshed and energized.  Do I want that or don't I?  What is going on in my head?  When will I ever get to the point that I can sleep like normal people?  Will I ever?

BLAH BLAH TWITTER BLAH

I've had a Twitter account for awhile.  I used it a lot more when I worked in the broadcast journalism industry.  It just seemed to fit that role well.  As in, "we're working on a tip from (someone) regarding (such-and-so).." etc.  But now that I've left the industry for academia, I feel a bit lost with my Twitter account.  I'm not sure what to do with it.  I feel like all my Tweets are just stupid.  Granted, it's a fun way to network... especially when someone supercool decides to follow me... but beyond that, I'm not sure what to say.  I find myself retweeting lots of goofball things I get from other people.  Yes, I am capable of originality and creativity, but sarcasm doesn't always translate well in 140 characters or less.  It makes me feel so BORING.  Am I boring?  Oh dear.  Maybe I am and I've just been in denial all this time, thinking I was an interesting person with clever things to say.  Now I don't know what to think.  And how could something like Twitter make me second guess my entire personality?  That's absurd.  Or is it?  I think I need to go in another room and cry now.  Okay not really.  Maybe I'm a supercool person who isn't thinking clearly because it's 3p and I'm just realizing I didn't get lunch and I'm starving.  Yeah.  Stupid Twitter.