socks and serpents

My routine for getting ready for work has...what's the best way to say it? Simplified.

I used to wake up at a decent time, get ready, maybe eat some breakfast. Now I wake up at the last possible moment, shower, get dressed in whatever is clean/handy/presentable and stumble out the door. I drive to work half-asleep, barely noticing the other cars around me. Breakfast? Yogurt if I'm prepared (which I'm not), string cheese most of the time. Nothing like starting your day with coffee and string cheese. Hmmmm. Maybe the most heinous flavor combination of all time. Something about the tanginess of the string cheese...with the bitter coffee...yep, just like vomit. Even if I was starving, if someone offered me a Hot Pocket stuffed with cheese but soaked in coffee, I would not eat it.

So in my haste, which as time progresses, is only getting hastier (as haste tends to do), I forgot to look at my legs this morning. Which was unfortunate. (I am really building up the suspense here! I wonder what's going to happen next! Probably not something that necessitates this kind of build-up!)
As if my legs weren't lovely enough, unshaven and bug-bitten, they also have a new feature. Around my calves are delicate circular indentations, as if woodland fairies had been dancing on my legs in the night. Playing little fairy night games. (That is kind of a creepy sentence, isn't it?)
Note: I'm starting to regret writing this paragraph. Seriously, I don't even have some kind of hilarious skin rash, nothing particularly blogworthy. The socks I slept in just left those weird litte indentations on my legs. And they made me feel silly and childish. That's about it.

It's kind of funny (for the definition of funny, look at my previous post) how much blogging forces you (and by you, I really mean me) to create events out of everyday life. Is this excitement? Is this necessary? Is anything in my life really "blog-worthy?" Am I doing this merely to create some kind of social identity? (Answer: Probably, also because I love parentheses). Oh man, these are questions for another day.

I did have a dream last night about an eel that kept trying to get into my house. At some point it was trying to push through a window screen and I crushed its toes (yeah, a toed eel?) with the window. On a Freudian level, this is pretty similar to a recurring dream I used to have about a huge albino snake that would lay on picnic tables. Oh Sigmund, you would have a field day with this one.