Nothing rhymes with orange
A series of unrelated sentences regarding Thursday:
I can’t wait to wear sandals again. Project management software is useless if you’ve no project management skills. Overbooking yourself for 4 after-work activities with 5 people in a 3-hour time period is unrealistic and, frankly, rather stupid. Does anyone know how to fold down the seats in an SUV? I can only tell how late it is based on the number of times I’ve had to pee at the office. We need a good plot, a decent writer and more actors for the film — We need it! We need them! The battery charger is lost. I wanted marinated tofu today but ate lasagna instead. Last night, I nearly threw a toasted English muffin in 6-year-old E.’s face in a moment of extreme fury; he demanded, in his OCD obstinancy, that I toast the muffin for EXACTLY three minutes and cut it symmetrically. I can’t figure out how much of my wrath is directed at him or at the recognition that I possessed the same obsessive traits in childhood. There were no organic Granny Smiths at the store today. Nick says kindness to me lasts like saffron. I love that metaphor. I have to go to MIT. I have to go now, I have to acquire vehicles and assistance and move to an apartment I may immediately love or hate. Such is life.