I could feel myself slipping into autopilot on the drive into work this morning.  This always makes me nervous, because sometimes I get so drowsy that even though I'm fighting sleep with all my will I fall asleep anyway.  This has happened to me numerous times in lecture while I'm sitting in the front row of a small classroom and drool is starting to smudge my notes.  Needless to say I've pissed off many professors, but hoenstly it wasn't the material that was putting me into a state of dormancy.  I can just fall asleep anywhere.  I've fallen asleep in Central Park, on many a bus in Pittsburgh (which has made me miss my stop and in turn created  a long walk to the orginal destination), in rehearsal when it wasn't my turn to rehearse, and in biochem (one of my favorite classes). However this is a relatively recent characteristic of mine.  I was never this bad.  I used to only sleep for maybe 4 or 5 hours and spend most of the day in physical exercise, but now I cannot. Now  I pine for sleep.  It's not depressionl.  I affirm  that I am truly content.  I just really like to slip into a slumber and be  engrossed in that cloud of rejuvenational slumber  (I know rejuvenational is not a word).  I digress.   To get back to the beginning of this blog.  I zoned out driving with the flow of traffic which was holding steady at 74 mph and completely passed my exit this morning.  Son of a... you know the rest.  I had to take the exit in Norwood and get back on 95.  It did lead me to a discover that there's an entrance to 95 on the other side of work. A side of the campus I have yet to investigate, which will probably be useful when traffic is not compliant to my current route.  Also I wasn't late to work which is a plus because the sooner I'm in the sooner I leave.  I just fear the autopilot feeling and it scares me even more that autopilot is hard to come out of.  I need an emergency escape button. 

 

Regarding my disgust against people using styrofoam cups outside of plastic cups. 

 

I was running low,  energy wise,  and so I figured since I had Lactaid (I'm intolerant to more things than one) with me  I'll get a coffee.  So, I go inside wait in line finally get up there, and she makes it wrong.   I couldn't be mad, because you just have to expect that to happen.  Then she asks me if I want a styrofoam cup for the outside of my plastic cup.  I know I must have made quite the grimmace because I saw my reflection in her reaction to my silent disgust. Then I couldn't help but feel bad.  It's not her fault she serves wasteful assholes, but then again I suppose that she is an enabler.  

Here's what I have to say.  This "new" global warming hoopla makes me sick to my stomach.  We have been coming out of an ice age for quite some time and therefore have been experiencing global warming ever since.  I went into stop&shop yesterday to buy dinner and on the wall   (printed on green paper mind you {to be clear i mean green the color because  it probably wasn't even recycled paper which just adds to the irony})  was written that Al Gore uses green bags. Sure.  These green bags that they are referring to are the alternative to plastic bags.  It heated me up.  Believe me I'm all for people being more environmental, but the thing that stabs me is that in light of all this Al Gore is simply getting richer and fatter. Very fat mind you.   If he is so concerned about the environment maybe he needs to lay off the food a little so he won't consume all of our edible resources. Al, didn't your mother ever tell you that there are starving people in Africa?  You should take your millions and send them the food you buy in your green bags instead of filling your face.  I suppose if this green movement does make people more environmentally aware I guess I can't be too mad.     Yes I overuse smiley faces, but he was green and therefore appropriate.