While making plans with a friend I haven't seen in a few weeks, she said, "I can't wait to see you. You're so sane." Now, I know what she meant; compared to some of her friends, I am remarkably sane and calm and reasonable. This is hard to remember, however, when I'm more then tempted to either bang my head against the wall until I'm unconscious or throw my beloved computer out the window because it keeps refusing to print. I don't know why it won't print. The printer is there. I've done every reasonable thing to try to convince it to print, but it stubbornly refuses.
So here I am, attempting to find my zen center by blogging, trying to regain the normal sense of sanity which appears to pervade my life. And trying not to be irritated by being characterized as "sane." It's a compliment, I know, but somehow it keeps translating to boring in my head. Maybe I should just go insane and get it over with. Y'all know you're just waiting for me to seriously lose my shit.
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