I voted yesterday. I was a panic attack waiting to happen on the way there, what with the Twitter tales of three-hour-long waits and broken pencils and other horrors. I will say that I drove around 4th St NW looking for parking for at least 25 minutes, around and around and then around once again, [...]
Category Archives: stuff that's wrong with me
Hush, hush
10.17.08 –
There’s a container of brownies in the work kitchen and they’re calling my name. It’s not the normal kind of call that red wine makes, which is more of a low, slow Barry White type of call, with some really lovely and unexpected boyish undertones. It’s certainly not the same as the Milk Duds in [...]
The real reason I own stock in Glade
08.12.08 –
The laptop is broken. Busted. Ruined. Kaput. It is a lie to say I didn’t have a hand in this, as I did, and probably more than one. You see I like a clean work space but also prefer to work on the bed, where I can prop myself up on plush pillows, just as [...]