Better not tell you now...

So, it turns out that this may have been the worst time to start a blog as I am heading to NYC for a long, long weekend on Wednesday morning and have a great many things to do at work as well as for a class I was taking for work (ahem - a 20 page paper in 3 days is feasible right?) Woe is me, I know. I was also overcome by fear that after a short time carrying out this exercise I will already make decisions faster than 5 minutes over the course of one day and therefore will not actually use my eight ball to help guide me. But, I suppose I will cross that bridge if and when I come to it.

Alas, I did use the eight ball a few times today. In fact, the first time I used the eight ball today may have been subconsciously motivated out of a fear that I wouldn't organically use it daily. This thought somehow simultaneously stirred a minor fear that perhaps the opposite would happen and I'd become completely beholden to the eight ball and eventually, like a drug addict, I'd reach for it in a meeting at work to help me make a decision needing just a 'quick fix.' I am mostly joking and likely revealing a little too early how neurotic I am, but I digress. As I was saying, as per usual, this morning I was running late for work when realized I didn't have any pita bread for my typical half a grapefruit and half a pita with peanut butter breakfast. I asked my eight ball if I should just get a bagel with pb at work and it said: "better not tell you now." To which, after looking at my iPhone for the time, I responded: "oh yes, you'd better tell me now." So, I shook my eight ball asking it again about my pressing breakfast dilemma and it responded: "As I see it, yes." And, so off I went to work where I promptly sought out a whole wheat bagel with peanut butter. Now, you may be asking yourself if you're reading this (and I suspect no one is reading this and I'm being purely rhetorical here) 'wait, does this mean you thought about whether to eat breakfast at home or at work for more than 5 minutes?' The answer to that question, dear fictitious reader, is: yes, yes it does. I know, I'm leading a very meaningful life where I routinely deal with 'first world problems.' Actually, I'm pretty sure I could spend more than 5 minutes contemplating whether using that term, even humorously, is appropriate. I would say cut to the chase and ask the eight ball, but then I realized that I had originally conceived of a rule for this project that I could not use the 8 ball predictively (e.g. asking questions such as 'will I ever get married'? - I mean, just purely for instance). So, I think asking the eight ball whether it's appropriate to use the term 'first world problems,' would violate this rule or, at best, be a grey area. I know! I'll ask the eight ball itself if I 'should' ask it (how's that for meta?) Here we go, my first 'live' eight ball-ing .... and the response is: "don't count on it." Thank you eight ball for keeping me honest.

Okay, anywho, I had asked a few other equally banal questions to the eight ball today, but let's save it for the next few posts in case I don't end up asking it questions daily. I will assume if you are indeed reading this that you will are now awaiting said potential entries with baited breath. Hmmmm, I probably should have asked my eight ball if I had time to watch the most recent episode of Gossip Girl tonight or listen to that podcast on the most recent Nicaraguan elections (how is that for contrasts?), but I well knew I wanted to avoid its wise counsel and continue to procrastinate from my paper. As Samuel Beckett would so often say: oh boy.