Venting

I should be feeling ecstatically happy this morning...I am happy, but there is this strange, surreal vibe from my dream that I just can't shake and it's making me feel weird. I'm hoping that extra coffee and sitting outside with my notebook will help. But in the mean time, because I am not a confrontational person AT ALL and I need a place to dump, here you are. Lucky you.

Because I can't say no to ANYBODY, I agreed to make a coffee cake for this church thing going on Sunday morning. I have never made a coffee cake before, but the other option was actually attending church and ushering so I said, "Ooh- I'll make a coffee cake!" So now I have to make a freaking coffee cake and be sure to bring it early. Do you think Saturday will be early enough? I'm not getting up extra early on Sunday. Why do I do this? I don't want to!

And then there's BookMooch. Our love affair is going through a rough patch. They are back online, but there are people on there pissing me off. I requested Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers the other day. This morning I find that my request was rejected. His reason? His schedule is too busy to permit him a trip to the post office. Are you fucking kidding me? WTF? Why the hell are you even on BookMooch then? How busy can you possibly be? Is your post office in Guam? Give me a break!!!

And to the person who accepted my request for The Sexual Politics of Meat ON APRIL 11, send the fucking book already. Seriously. Or you will incur my wrath of some seriously negative feedback.

That feels much better.

I better go look up some coffee cake recipes.