Opposite Day

I went to bed last night with a small headache, and awoke with a larger one; between, I dreamt that I was shot in the head, right between the eyes. Even in the dream I didn't remember being shot, someone had to tell me. In truth, the bandage seemed fairly modest; I wondered if maybe I'd been shot with a BB gun, or if a bullet had simply grazed my face as it passed. I decided to use the camera on my Macbook to take a picture and to use that as my first accurate Facebook profile picture. I awoke to the aforementioned headache.

Today, instead of attending school, I attended a trai

ning in a new English curriculum that I must use. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to watch the inauguration. It was revealed, however, that we would take a long and early lunch, and that the event would be displayed somewhere. When there were technical difficulties I panicked a little, and fled. I found another room that was packed, and we watched as streaming video was projected onto a wall and Obama was sworn in as president and spoke well.

I rushed to buy something at Wendy's.

When I got back, cake was being served, Pepsi too. I was just in time to see The Obamas and Bidens wave as Bush's helicopter took off and flew, presumably, south-west. I really need a picture, poster, or tattoo of that.

On the way home I bought Andrew Bird's new CD, Noble Beast, which came out today.

Follow the arc of my day: pre-inauguration I'm being shot in the head; post-inauguration I get Wendy's for lunch, Pepsi and cake, use the phrase "ex-president Bush" and acquire a new Andrew Bird CD. Things got a heck of a lot better, and probably not just for me, around 11 am today.