I spilled salad all over the floor. Salad that I was about to eat. I didn't manage to save a single leaf.
I left a pen uncapped on my bed, leaving two huge black ink stains. I tried to Shout it out like they say in the commercial, and now there's just a huge gray mess on my duvet cover.
I made an application for next year's mentor program and e-mailed it to the director of the program, but then I forgot to attach it. The problem is, the application is saved on the computer in the mentor office, so I'm holding things up because I can't send it to her right now.
I keep forgetting that I'm on my undergrad's alumni committee, and they want me to sort through this database to find people I wouldn't mind contacting to ask for money. When I went through the list though, I couldn't remember anyone. Also, I'm on the 2001 committee, even though I graduated a year early in 2000. They put me on that committee, too.
I fell behind in my clinic work, which meant that I spent all day yesterday reading and responding to letters from inmates. The letters they wrote me smell funny. Is that what jail smells like?
I'm not sure where my pants went. I put them on last night before I went to bed, and now I can't find them.
I have two pimples on my forehead that make me feel like I'm 13 again. I might as well have braces and gawky limbs, too. In an awesome paradox, TWC found a gray hair on my head yesterday.
I have bought three disappointing cheeses in the last week. Even the sharp Cheddar, which should be the no-brainer decent choice, tastes kind of like clay and asparagus.
Sigh.
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