RE: THAT GIANT SUCKING SOUND YOU HEAR
Well, it has become physically impossible for me to leave wherever I am with everything I'm going to need. If you remember, a while ago I expressed the idea that death might be a pleasurable alternative to a bunch of stuff I was going to have to do. I'm a baby, it was all fine, I can't really think up an interesting metaphor for the nature of the enormous task, so just use your imagination. Feel free to make it glamourous.
My point, which I realize probably doesn't merit all this jaw-sawin'* is that I can't remember anything. I went to my parents' house with a cd of pictures to get printed and couldn't find it and figured I'd left it at home and got home and found it in my bag, which I'd thoroughly looked through at least 3 times. I needed a cd of data and thought I'd left it at my parents' house and my poor mom was walking around with the phone in Spider Land (well, the basement) and turns out it was in the cd slot of my home computer - I'd checked one, but not the other. I have left the same six sheets of paper either at home or at work, wherever I didn't need it, three times in the last week.
You know when someone's talking and their tongue tangles up and they mess up a word or two, and you're totally sitting there, hoping they'll just move past it, because you were actually listening to what they were saying and maybe even needing information that it seemed like they were about to get to? But then they don't move past it, they stop and laugh and repeat it ("HA HA frucking day, whatever that means!!") And you're trying to make your face be polite but really you're like GRRH shut up just say whatever you were going to say already?
Right.
*I just totally made that up
My point, which I realize probably doesn't merit all this jaw-sawin'* is that I can't remember anything. I went to my parents' house with a cd of pictures to get printed and couldn't find it and figured I'd left it at home and got home and found it in my bag, which I'd thoroughly looked through at least 3 times. I needed a cd of data and thought I'd left it at my parents' house and my poor mom was walking around with the phone in Spider Land (well, the basement) and turns out it was in the cd slot of my home computer - I'd checked one, but not the other. I have left the same six sheets of paper either at home or at work, wherever I didn't need it, three times in the last week.
You know when someone's talking and their tongue tangles up and they mess up a word or two, and you're totally sitting there, hoping they'll just move past it, because you were actually listening to what they were saying and maybe even needing information that it seemed like they were about to get to? But then they don't move past it, they stop and laugh and repeat it ("HA HA frucking day, whatever that means!!") And you're trying to make your face be polite but really you're like GRRH shut up just say whatever you were going to say already?
Right.
*I just totally made that up
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