My first kiss was a comically odd moment with the Pinto hatchback in the background on a warm summer evening, just back from a date and I figured: nothing ventured, nothing gained.
It was pretty good, though in all honesty I had no idea how it should’ve felt. I mean, it was my first time.
So this morning at IHOP the server asked if I wanted my usual, and I said, uh, what is my usual? and she said eggs over medium and pancakes with link sausage, and I said, how do you know that? I’ve only had that once here and you weren’t my server, and she said, when folks come in two Sundays in a row, they always get the same thing.
It was kinda creepy. But the food was good.
Just in the last couple hours, two breaking-news stories, both CNN.com links.
I just spent several minutes staring at the names of two permissions groups, trying to figure out
Turns out one had a hyphen where the other had an underscore.
It is by such simple means that I can be trapped utterly into the world of Must Figure This Out Or It Will Kill Me!!!.
I am an easy mark.
Katharine: I think you should go to India.
Me: I don’t really want to go to India.
[pause]
Me: I would go to India, though, if it was necessary.
[pause]
Me: Why don’t you want to go?
Katharine: Because I’ve already been on a business trip for this group, and you’re male.
This is the type of iron-clad logic that drives our world.
I worked late on Wednesday and I have to go in early Thursday. These two simple facts have turned my brain against me and I’m lying here in the soft glow of my phone’s screen, typing a mobile post about how I’m not sleeping right now.
This is a crazy world.