Today is brought to you by Ginger Peach tea and Radiohead.
More than once,
chris_reynaga and I have discussed how we have the best job in the world. We get to sit home, drink tea, do what we love, and blast the music while dancing around during breaks. We also may end up with a fine case of carpal tunnel, but every job has its hazards.
This morning, I'm going to do my reading in the bath because I can.
Agent Cooper would totally approve.
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Last night I dream I was back in high school on the first day of senior year.
This is really quite funny because I didn't go to high school my senior year. I'm actually technically a high school dropout while still being the valedictorian of my graduating class. Sounds impossible. Well, that's me.
I dream I hadn't shown up for finals the year before so it was likely that I'd have to retake some classes (GAH!), but my schedule didn't reflect that. It had me taking two interesting classes and a lot of lame ones, like penmanship. (WTF???) So I went to the guidance counselor to discuss alternatives, like lots and lots of writing classes. (And also, "Don't I need to retake math from last year?") He said, "Don't you think that all this writing is ambitious?" And I said, "Look, I went through Clarion West this summer. I can do anything, bucko. You wouldn't believe the way I can write my ass off."