Oh. Wow. Look at that. All of my freak-out triggers just fired. Every damn one. Why is it, again, that I don’t date? Ah. Yea. Cause of that. There. This feeling.
I know I’m out of it not just because I flaked out on tonight’s MA class and left work early with the “I have to be up at 4am and spend all day in Indy excuse” but because I stopped by Borders to pick up the new Greenday CD, brought it home, unwrapped it, put it into my computer… and thought:
“Hey, this sounds a lot like U2.”
Look at CD again. Read label again. But the Greenday CD has a bomb on the cover, right?
Oh. Dear God. I bought that crappy new U2 CD instead of Greenday.
I’ve created my own special kind of hell.