Disassociation

Yesterday I forgot to do many things.

A Short List:

• I forgot to watch the start of American Idol. Usually I'm first in line to view that train wreck of a television experience.
• I forgot to go to the bank and deposit my three tiny checks that have been sitting in my wallet for a month now. There's just no motivation when they're all less than $50.
• I forgot to eat dinner. Not sure how that happened, but when I went to get into bed, I thought about it and couldn't remember eating anything all night long. So that was weird.
• I forgot to do my jump roping exercise for the day (meaning that I stalled out on day 4 of Operation Keep Jason From Dying Young. Quite the operation there.)

And most importantly:

• I forgot to iron any of my work clothes.

See, with the necessary time sink in my life that World of Warcraft has become, I no longer complete all of my weekly chores in one single setting. Instead, I spread them out into tiny 10 minute segments that can be completed on the fly. So when the game is loading up, I go wash a couple of dishes. When my little guy is taking a flying bat ride to another city, I'll go iron a shirt, etc.

This works fine, except that yesterday, between needing to watch The Amazing Race (buh-bye Johnathan, may I never see your damnable face again!) and my hunter's urgent need to not get himself or his groupmates killed, I didn't have many of those short breaks. (Which, now that I look back, probably has something to do with missing dinner. Oh well.) (Hey, shut up, it's not an addiction! It's not like I was hungry and didn't go eat, I just forgot about the concept of nutrition. And yes we played until after 1:30 in the morning, but we really needed to get all of those cat whiskers in one sitting.) (Y'all just don't understand, I can quit anytime.)

This resulted in me forgetting to iron anything for work today. And since I was up late, this meant that I wasn't getting up early to do any morning ironing, that was for sure. What is the end result, you ask? Today I am wearing, to work mind you, a grey, form-fitting, long-sleeved, microfiber pullover, with the most ridiculous collar in the world at large. This thing clings to my body like nothing else, and could easily be one of the most inappropriate work outfits ever conceived.

And to top it all off, for some reason it picks up static electricity like no one's business, so I am constantly shocking myself on every available metal surface, an average of once every 43 seconds. And my hair is constantly standing out like in science class when you rubbed it with a balloon to learn something, probably about physics. Or chemistry. Possibly biology, I don't know, it was a long time ago.

Anyway.

This is not my beautiful office job.