Lesson 6: The World Will Eventually Come To A Screeching Halt And Hurl You Into Deep Space, So You May As Well Get Your Life Figured Out Now

I've come to the conclusion that people act in unison without their own knowledge. Here's an example: Mondays I have 5 regular pickups. Those pickups show up whether they actually have anything or not. In addition to those, I typically get anywhere from 5 to 10 more throughout the day, until my 2:00pm cutoff time. So how is it that today there was a single call-in, giving me fits of paranoia the whole day? Because I know that they're all going to hit me at once, and at like 1:45pm, effectively ruining my day...but then my cutoff time hits, and...nothing. In a fit of rapture I use that extra time to drive like a madman from stop to stop, getting a ridiculous amount delivered and finishing well within my time frame. But back to the point, how did almost everyone coordinate their lack of pickup needs on the same day without talking about it?

It boggles my messed-up little mind...

My cat drinks from the sink. It's a little embarrassing, because it feels like he's spoiled out of his fur. He gets up on the sink and mrowrs and prrrps until we come turn the faucet on. It just makes me hope I'll be more stern with my eventual kids than I am with my cat. His name's Miles, by the way, and he looks like a Russian Blue. (What a cat looks like vs. What a cat's breed actually is. Two very different things.) He shows some of the traits, which I suppose means he might have a little Blue in him. He's about 3 1/2 years old. (I will NOT give his age in months! I DESPISE referring to the age of anything over a year in months...)

Lastly, I've received responses from several family members and friends now, but I'm still missing a few. Hey, even a "your blog sucks," will do.

Later...