Have you ever heard of someone looking for a pair of glasses, only to turn around and find the spectacles perched on top of her head?
Well, I kind of feel like that right now, except it has nothing to do with misplacing anything tangible. Nay, nay, I simply lost a microscopic morsel of my memory.
And I’m so hacked off.
After working for hours, I missed a deadline for a writing contest. I could scream, I tell you. In fact, I think I will.
There. I feel so much better now.
Anyway, as I was about to turn my submission in, I discovered the deadline was based on Eastern Standard Time. It’s amazing how one little hour can do so much damage.
I guess I’ll chalk this up to my growing list of faux pas, move on, and search for greener pastures.
Still, I’m so annoyed.
Perhaps crying would be better.
Nah. Not going to help.
When it comes to my memory, this incident is something I’d like to forget. Why be reminded of such an idiotic mishap?
On the other hand, I don’t want to make the same mistake twice, so maybe it’s not such a bad idea if I keep the little molecules tucked away in my gray matter.
I guess something good came out of it, right? (Who knows? If I keep telling myself this, maybe someday I'll belive it.)
Note: Today's post is part of the CW blog chain. The topic is "Celebrate". Please check out my sidebar, further down on the right, to see some great posts by other writers.