Forgotten

Today also sucked. It occurs to me that this is the kind of suckitude that you just have to wait out. Maintain a low profile; keep your mouth shut as much as possible. I find, though, that it's best not to attempt faking cheerfulness. I can't pull it off, so I end up looking even more unnatural and scary than I already feel.

Last night while I was awake from 3 to 4, listening to the planes come in, I thought of the perfect, witty little post for my blog. I was trying to go back to sleep, though, and so I didn't want to move around too much. Needless to say, I forgot it.

One thing that did please me today was that my coworker was talking about he likes to think and communicate in lists--whether emailing or just speaking. First of all, he's always listing his reasons for whatever. Second, he has to make lists for the people he manages every day.

I hadn't thought of it, but I love communicating via list, too. (Maybe this is why my colleague and I have happened into our project management jobs.) I might go so far as to say that, when I'm writing, a list is the most comfortable and satisfying form. It's not unlike the feeling I get when I where all black. Around age 14, I decided it was the natural order of things. The sense of everything being right when I wear black still persists.