Miss Tracey Nolan: other people's stuff

4.6.11

I haven't been sleeping well this week. Wednesday morning, a bird landed on the roof outside my bedroom window AT 4:30AM and wouldn't stop singing. Now, I ask you, what kind of B.S. is THAT? Did I mention this happened at 4:30AM? And that my body went, "hey, guess it's time to get up!"? It's been all down hill since then.

Also, I haven't been taking my iron supplements the last couple of days because I am, clearly, an idiot. After almost 10 years of being anemic and knowing full well that if I don't take my pills I end up lethargic and grumpy how do I EVER forget to go out and buy a new jar when I run out? Sometimes I am amazed at my power to do dumb shit. On a day like this, the notion that I have to be responsible for holding down a job, maintaining a household and securing the actual safety and well being of a HUMAN PERSON WHO HAS BEEN PLACED IN MY CARE is completely hilarious to me.

Moments like these call for a few things:

- A bubble bath (which I cannot justify at this moment)
- A long walk (it's raining)
- A drink (shouldn't I wait till dinner time?)
- A coffee (I've already had 3)
- A laugh. This one I can do. Found this via Plus5Mace last week and haven't stopped giggling since.

Sometimes it's the little things. Sometimes it has to be the little things.

5.4.11

I have a thing for typography, It's all I can take not to fill all of my walls at home with it. Seems to me, that with the rise of Tumblr, folks are creating lots of cool stuff on the fly.

I'm not on Tumblr. I'm resisting. Partly because, good grief, do I really need to be responsible for maintaining another corner of the internet? And partly because when I'm on Tumblr, I feel old. Like, "everyone in this club is in their 2o's" old. I don't like questioning my choice of foot wear. I don't like saying things like "when did Ossington get so hip?" and that is, in a nutshell, why I am not on Tumblr.

Here are just a few neat-o things that I've come across in recent days that I've found inspiring and true in a creepy "get out of my brain" kind of way that I couldn't resist sharing. Like the kids do when they "reblog" and whatnot.

Oh. Feeling so old. Anyway, enjoy!