Catchin' Walleye

Sometimes when a new class begins, they have everyone announce something interesting about themselves to everyone else. There are variations of this game--it could be a “fun fact” or something no one else in the class is likely to say about themselves, or perhaps we tell our something to someone else and they introduce us. Regardless of petty differences, it’s the same game, and I don’t like it. There is a part of me deep inside which rebels at the idea that all there is interesting about me can be summed up in a sentence.

Now, I know that they aren’t asking for everything which is interesting about us, but that’s what it feels like. It’s also hard to come up with something on the spot like that. There’s an instant reaction of, “There’s nothing interesting about me!” Then there’s the panic, “That’s not good enough!”

For me, this means that I end up saying something funny to get a laugh.

I am seeking a conditioner that will actually condition. I want my hair to be full of shine and bounce.

I used to have a toe ring, and I enjoyed that. I think I want to get another one. Not the adjustable kind, but the kind that’s actually a ring.

Every night for almost a week I’ve been torturing myself with nightmares, and last night, it got worse. That Kid Rock song about Sweet Home Alabama played in my head all night long.

And I suffered.