Worrying Did I tell you

Worrying Did I tell you I got called for jury duty? On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving? They do it now so you get to call in the morning to see if you actually have to show up to the court house, so I’m hoping it will all just go away quickly and I won’t have to spend my extra vacation days holed up in a conference room somewhere. I don’t think I’d mind being on a jury, but there’s a limit to how many of my work-given days off I want to put towards the effort.

Reading
I’ve been reading Overheard in New York quite a bit lately. The blue really burns up my retinas though, so it’s only good for a few minutes at a time. I think some of them are made up. Obviously, not that you’d need to make up anything in the middle of all the weird shit people say in New York, but I still think some of them are fake. Maybe it is because I was ruined as a young girl when I realized that YM’s “Say Anything” section MIGHT be a little made up. (Some of those stories are really funny in retrospect, the way they play on girls’ inexperience with puberty to create really ridiculous scenarios. The one I remember most involved a girl who had a tampon string hanging out of her bathing suit. A guy (probably her CRUSH) noticed it and said, “Oh hey, you have a string hanging off your bathing suit,” and of course proceeded to rip her tampon out. I mean, really.)

Dreaming
I dreamt that I was doing internet research to find a really good dog name. Apparently I was getting a dog, and I was very worried that if I didn’t do the research I would end up naming the dog something really pedestrian, like Bowser.

Eating
You know what’s really good? M&M minis. I thought they would just taste like regular M&Ms, but I was wrong; something went very right when they made them all tiny. They’re like Sixlets, but more delicious.

Thinking
It’s become very cold very quickly. New York is hard in the winter because you have to spend more time outside and walking than you really want to. It’s also hard because why don’t I have any cute sweaters? Why are all of them bulky and shinky and itchy? My only hope is to wear all my awful old clothes and hope that someone gets me on some makeover show where they give you a whole new wardrobe. If you help me stage it, I promise to “happen” to buy a very cute pair of boots in your size.

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