Melonade

I don't know if this is true for you, but I find that there are some days that challenge me more than others. Not like "Mel vs. Tuesday" or something, but days that just make me figure out exactly what I'm made of. Take, for instance, the email from a past friend asking for advice. Or after-dinner conversation that's more about souls than pop culture. If I were nerdy enough to keep a big calendar (or Excel spreadsheet) to chart such moments, I hope these would be considered successful. But it's too soon to tell.

These are not the days that I come home from work and use the Gamecube to escape. As much as I love trying to take out the enemy without sacrificing my good mercenaries...well, I just had a moment there and forgot the point I was trying to make. I've had my fair share of isolation, intentional or otherwise. But I'm definitely on the upswing back into full socializing mode.

Anyway, I'm watching an old Frasier episode and listening to the storm winds rattle my miniblinds. Tornado season makes me a little more nervous than it used to since I'm in the thick of it now. And yes, when I hear the sirens cry, I grab my purse, laptop, and shoes. If you were me, you'd do the same.

Note To Self: When taping Scrubs for later viewing, always check the tape to make sure there's enough space. I only got halfway through tonight's episode, and even that was ruined by the storm warnings consuming most of my small tv screen. It's the only current network show that I really care about anymore. I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow and catch it on iTunes. I just realized that since it's May, it's almost time for the summer hiatus. I am pacified by the thought that Season 3 will be out on DVD next week. You can bet I will go on my lunch break to buy it.

I discovered a new favorite song on iTunes. Man, I love iTunes. And I love "Sunday Best" by Augustana. That's three minutes and 20 seconds of beauty. I think it's time to hit the repeat button.