I don’t know if washing my sheets every month or so instead of roughly once a year is something to brag about, but I’m going to.
Just saying.
Sigh … I can’t wait for bedtime.
Unanswered Prayers
On my run this morning, I was thinking about the past couple of days, racking my brain for something comical to write about here, yet another effort to give you a quick smile.
Alas, nothing came to mind.
I got home, hopped in the shower, dried off, got dressed … still thinking about what to write … still nothing.
Then I started lifting the soggy clothes out of the washing machine, sorting through them: this can go in the dryer, this can’t, this can, this can’t …
I saw a dryer sheet on the floor and thought to myself, “hmmm, I don’t remember putting in any fabric softener this go round … bummer.”
I continued hanging up not-to-be-dried accouterments … “Damnit,” I realized. “I didn’t even put in any fricking laundry soap!”
So now, as the clothes get washed a second time–on this occasion with a bubble-inducing cleanser–I have Garth Brooks classic “Some of God’s Greatest Gifts … Are Unanswered Prayers” stuck in my head.
What can I say … the guy was right.
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The intern blues
The microwave.
That’s where I found it: A wave of coffee splashed all over the left side of the appliance, light brown and smelling of French vanilla.
Now this puts me in an unfortunate debacle. I could leave the mess there on the principle that I didn’t make it, so it’s not my problem, but because I wanted that warm pick-me-up of green tea, I was stuck.
I suppose I could have heated my water up anyway– sufficiently baking the liquid into some sort of beige glue–but that’s beyond even my sense of comeuppance. Plus, whichever unassuming victim next steps up to the microwave will assume I was the jerkface who left the disaster zone in my wake.
Alas. I cleaned it up.
But I still felt like Pam in The Office … remember the microwave episode?
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Once a journalist, always …
A journalist.
Yup, that’s how things go here in journalism graduate school.
Someone even reported on the lack of soap in the ladies’ bathroom by placing a yellow sticky note on the depleted dispenser: About gone.
Then, because accuracy is the journalist’s modus operandi and we’re always updating a story when we have new information, another person amended the status: Empty.
It’s a good thing democracy has people in the world like us.
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Writing Tips (Don’t worry; they’re not from me)
We all want to be writer, right?
That’s why we blog, why we journal.
That’s why we wrote notes to one another during middle school instead of waiting 13 more minutes for the class period to end.
I came across a great blog post just now from “101 Books.”
The blogger, RobertBruce76, posted a list of popular author Jonathan Franzen‘s 10 Rules of Writing. It’s a quick read and includes nuggets of wisdom like “The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.” Beautiful, no.
Alas, he also mentions not writing in the first person … yup, guilty.
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Ear Canal Woes
My right eardrum is soggy.
I’m not sure if it’s the remnants of pool water from this morning’s standing swim date at the CU Rec Center or if it’s still clammy from the Wet Willy Mike gave me yesterday afternoon.
Augh.