Please excuse the extreme silliness that's about to come...

This is a story about Sherrah & her alter-ego Lydia.

This morning, Sherrah woke up...a little later than she intended. She showered, dressed, and tried on a couple different pairs of shoes, but they all iritated the blisters she has on three toes, so she decided to wear a pair of flip-flops because they were the only shoes that didn't rub against the blisters.

This morning, Lydia woke up...later than she should have, but she did that on purpose. She showered, dressed, and decided to wear flip flops to work just to be rebellious. After all, she had already rebelled by sleeping in, what was a little more rebellion???

At work, Sherrah went straight to business. She has a lot of stuff to do. Lydia desperately wanted to goof off, but the reminder that she's going to be out of the office most of next week and the next kept her on task.

Sherrah & Lydia were both saddened by news that came by email in the late morning. A Concordia student serving in the Marines in Iraq was killed yesterday. Neither Sherrah nor Lydia knew him, but they both knew of him. He was going to be a DCE.

Around noonish, Sherrah left campus for lunch. She went to Jason's Deli and ordered a Club Royale. The guy taking her order mumbled something, so she said, "Say that again?" Apparently he asked for her name, because he said, "Alright, Miss Lydia, your Club Royale will be right out." Sherrah was going to substitute her chips and pickle for fruit, but Lydia was so shocked that a total stranger knew who she was that she couldn't say anything to make the change.

Back at campus, Sherrah was going to go right back to work after eating, but Lydia decided that she still had about 30 minutes left of her lunch hour, so she decided to write this post.

Sherrah understands that very little of this makes sense and she wants you all to know that she's sorry, but she's completely lost control of her alter-ego. You can thank the guy at Jason's Deli who interpreted "Say that again?" as "Lydia".