I brought you here because I . . Am . . . Distracticus

Published July 30, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I don’t have a hard time getting started in the morning.  I have a hard time staying started.  If I don’t succumb to the siren song of Netflix on my tablet, which I have on the nightstand, because I can’t fall asleep without visual distraction like a normal person, and all I have to do to watch the next show is mash my paw on the touch screen, and if you don’t wake up completely, sometimes you will get a surprise, like Stan Smith screaming the American Dad theme song right in your ear! Fun times!

If I am able to  accomplish the impossible and actually get out of the bed, I will wander into the kitchen and then commence the morning stagger between the fridge for a mug of filtered water which I will then escort across the house to the Keurig ( I just now decided I should call the Keurig Kathy. It seems friendlier, and after all, Kathy protects the rest of the world from an uncaffeniated Writer Chick, so you should all really be nice to her.)

Once I have coffee I take the other chemicals that keep me from going on a nut punching spree. (It’s a delicate balance.)

After all of this, I have to harness my energy/rage/silly, etc and figure out what I should try to do with the day. It is at this point that I make the list of the bare minimum and then spend the rest of the day trying to avoid doing all of that until the last possible second. Then I just watch crime drama or something and go to bed and the whole process starts all over again.

This is why I need to get another job.

That and the fact that my financial situation is vastly approaching dire because of the massive life change brought on by the AWT and the EH’s dire transgression (World’s worst Roald Dahl story.)

So I am actively looking for a part-time or full time non-soul robbing job that would allow me to have a living wage (I know, horrifying concept, when McDonald’s won’t raise their prices the paltry SIXTY-EIGHT CENTS it would take to actually allow their employees to make the kind of money on which they would need to survive. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/29/mcdonalds-salaries_n_3672006.html)

Ultimately I would like to find a job that would allow me to use my diplomas and credentials for good and not make me want to poke my eyes out with a melon baller and still allow me enough thought processes to write every day. It’s insane.

Especially when I realize that I just spent several minutes trying to explain how I get distracted and then distracted myself right up into a rant.

I should go ask Kathy for more coffee.

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