Jan 14, 2010

How Was Your Day?













And so for various personal reasons I had originally designated January 14th, *2010 as: Are You Fucking Kidding Me Friday (not to be confused with Stop Dickin' With Me December). That is until I realized that today is in fact Thursday, January 14th, 2010. So, here we are again and while I'm frustrated and undeniably riddled with pain, I most certainly recognize that things could always be worse. (see: Haiti)

*pronounced: twenty-ten or two-thousand and ten or perhaps even two-thousand-ten; I suppose it all depends upon your current **level of neurotic dysfunction.

**jenji is a card carrying member of "The" neurotic dysfunction and thus, as far as she can tell, unable to decide and/or commit to a particular pronouncement regarding the ***new calendar year.

***Yes! I suppose that I could refer to it as The New Calendar Year, as in: January 14th, The New Calendar Year (considerable emphasis on the New), however then contemplative confusion for those who hound...ahem, surround me (particularly between the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m.) is sure to ensue.

jenji

This entry is dedicated to Marvin for his unwavering ability to get me, urge me (see: encourage me) to post, despite my current condition. Thanks, Marvin! And seriously, what's with the funny hat?

4 comments:

Marvin said...
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Surfie said...

I'm going to have to keep this post in mind when I start teaching for those particularly bad days. Although sometimes that Bad Day Exit might look like a GOOD idea. :) Thanks for stopping by my blog! Your comment was much appreciated and made me feel a lot better about my decisions.

Doug said...

I'm always so happy for December to be over that January's day can't be that bad. That's just me.

p.s. I'm going with "two-thousand ten" myself. I suspect it's the last year there'll be any question (as noted in this post) because next year the added number of syllables will almost certainly bring about "twenty eleven", and the rest of the century will be "twenty-whatever". So I'm enjoying the last of the "two-thousands" while I can.