So, my next post will explain where in the world of Carmen San Diego I have been. Let me tell you that everything is okay but my work. OHMYGAH my work.
This scenario sums up everything perfectly:
Kevin worked up here today so we met for lunch. We went to the ever so glamorous Taco Time (which I realize might mean nothing to some of you. Think, um, Chipotle)
I arrived first (I know! That never happens!) so I ordered our lunches. Then I stood at the soda machine and waited for some high school aged girls to fill their sodas. Standing there, I was annoyed. Not at the high school girls, although really one of them was dressed like a stripper and the other was dressed like Avril Lavigne so it made me wonder if I missed Halloween.
Finally, they finished and walked away. I found myself just staring at the soda machine. It is one of those machines with a touch-screen and approximately eleventy hundred options. My brain was so full and busy that I just chose what remained on the screen after the last girl chose her drink.
I can't even choose my own doggone soda, my brain is so full.
Kevin looked at my drink a while later and asked "What in the Sam Hell is that?" (isn't he cute?)
"I know. I know. It's sad and pathetic actually."
"What are you talking about?"
"I couldn't even consider what kind of soda I wanted so I just chose what the girl ahead of me chose."
"That *is* sad and pathetic."
My current life, as defined by a soda choice.