Laundry and the very dapper guy; feeling terrible; WB; brain overreacting to stimuli; zemblanity

It was laundry time today. I've put it off for several days, but finally decided to gird my loins and plod off to the washers and dryers. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a familiar car, the one driven by the very dapper guy who shows up from time to time. As usual, he was the epitome of dapperness. Beautiful skin, jet-black styled hair but not over-styled, a dark blue jogging outfit, Nikes. His every move is fluid and unaffected. I, of course, am standing there in aged boat shoes, no socks, kahki shorts, and a wrinkled, stained, lopsided Lemuria Bookstore t-shirt. Well, at least, I didn't wear the blue bunny slippers and the ripped jeans smelling of tincture of cow patty.

Did I mention last night? Around 11 or so, I developed a headache that would kill a mongoose. I had worked late in an effort to complete an infernal project that crops up about every two months. So my din din was delayed. Mix that with the sinus condition, fatigue, some side affects of the antibiotic, and you have one very miserable and unhappy buckaroo. So this morning, I e-mailed in a message to work saying I was feeling like cat shit, and went back to bed. Got up around 11:30, went out foraging for nutrients, and then rambled to my windowless, basement office: the one between the women's loo and the electrical closet and directly across from the print shop. However, I think I feel better this evening.

WGN in Chicago has been the source for the WB Network on most cable systems. Which means it is the sole source of Buffy, Dawson's Creek, and Charmed plus the two new programs: Angel and Roswell. However, in accordance with a previously developed policy, WGN is divesting itself of the WB Network effective tonight. Talk about calamity! Bummer!!! I sorta like these shows, and anticipate liking Roswell. I've been very curious to see how the character of Jack was handled on Dawson's. Maybe the local cable company will come up with an alternative.

I've been thinking about feeling out of place in some situations. It has got to be that my brain overreacts to stimuli and sensations. That would certainly account for the myraid allergies and depression. I've read that some people's systems underreact to stimuli. These individuals have to seek more and more exciting and dangerous events to feel anything. And both conditions are tangled up with the brain's production of serotonin. What curious and befuddled creatures we are.

I came across a new word recently that I'd forgotten about. I picked up a notepad awhile ago and noticed it. The word is "zemblanity," which means the opposite of serendipity. And this translates, I guess, into something NOT happening by accident or happenstance.

PAX!