So, yesterday morning on the way to work I had to stop and gas up. And when I get there, there's something weirdly wrong with my gas cap. Part of it must be stuck in the little hole or something, because the nozzle won't go in.

So, I try screwing the cap on and off a few times and nothing works. I try pushing harder...but that never works. I cancel the sale and try again, and notice that the gas pump isn't doing its beep thing when I try to select my fuel grade.

These things always happen when you don't have time for them, right?

So, I'm thinking, I'm driving practically on fumes already. I'll have to go home and call the office and tell them I can't come in because I can't gas up my car, which is just ridiculous, but I don't have a lot of choice.

So, I go to stick the nozzle thingy back in its cradle and that's when I notice...the pump is marked "diesel."

Apparently they make those nozzle thingies a different size in case someone like me comes along, insufficiently caffeinated and with most of her brain on something else entirely.

So embarrassing to be me.

No, I wasn't thinking about Spike on a workday on a week where every day on my calendar is already crowded. Really. Sigh. Not a bit. (Mmmm..)

I do love a new obsession, but I need my brain for other things from 8-5!

Spike...all angsty and nekkid. (Wow. Major head rush, there.)

Anyhow. The I.C. isn't so much I. these days as it is in full-throttle. I hate this. It's hot, I'm sweaty (even when I'm not thinking about Spike), and I don't sleep well. Friends have recommended Estroven and I'm trying it, but I'm discouraged by the news that it can take as long as 60 days to kick in.

Also, my first meeting this morning was at 6:15 so I think I feel going home early coming over me in a big way today.