DAY 316: GOODBYE DREAM SEQUENCE

     I've now taken both Melatonin and Ambien (not together!) to help me sleep.  All I can say is no more dreams.  For real.  I can't remember any of my dreams anymore.  Is this good or bad?  I haven't decided.
     Also, waking up in the morning after taking one of these aides isn't easy.  I used to hear my alarm and jump out of bed, no snoozing.  Now I'm a snooze queen and that's definitely not a good thing.

DAY 315: ARE YOU READY YET?

     You take entirely too long to get ready in the morning if you hear the NPR news cycle twice.  In my defense, I was up super early, left the house and then came back an hour and 20 or so minutes later.  That's when I heard the same headlines I'd heard when I first woke up.  So I didn't technically take too long to get ready this morning; I'm just trying to make a point.

DAY 314: RIOT ACT

     When I worked for a judge, I remember him telling a story where he said he read the "riot act" to someone.  I thought that was an actual thing--a literal statute or law.  And him being a judge and all, it made sense to me that he was talking about a real thing.
     Obviously I was wrong.  However, I learned today that there was such a thing as the Riot Act.  It was an act of Parliament in Great Britain in 1715 (per wikipedia).  You learn something everyday.

DAY 313: BARELY RECOGNIZABLE

     A woman at work exclaimed to me today: "I barely recognized you."  I'd straightened my hair and apparently I look that different when it's not curly.  At my old job, one of the executives came up and introduced himself to me after we'd been working together for at least 6 months.  He literally couldn't tell it was me.  Maybe I made the wrong career choice.  I should've been a spy.   

DAY 312: A MARKETER'S WET DREAM

     I'm a sucker for infomercials and all those products sold during late night hours.  I can't help myself.  Everything looks so good and those products all look like they work so well.
     In addition to that, I'm always buying the latest advertised products--the bigger, better versions of things, especially if I like the packaging.  I buy so many "new" or "improved" items (those words are actually stamped right on the product in big, red letters, or something similar) that my ex-boyfriend called me a marketer's wet dream.  Nice.  For the record, I haven't bought a Thigh Master yet; but you never know...the night's still young.

DAY 311: DON'T SMELL MY PITS

     In defense of white shirts everywhere, I've decided to not to wear antiperspirant deodorant when I wear white shirt--every time I do, no matter what the pits turn yellow.  My friend told me that the same thing happens to her because of her pH and how it mixes with the chemicals in the antiperspirant deodorant , so she refuses to buy anything white to wear anymore.  Now, I'm not going to go that far.  But I will instill an antiperspirant deodorant ban.

DAY 310: NEW SNEAKERS

     It's June 1--time to bring out the new cross trainers.  Well, that's what they say at least: change your workout shoes every 6 months...at least.  They're so clean!  And truth be told, I think I can tell a difference, but maybe I'm conditioned to think that way by all those running shoes people.