One of my friends recently took a road trip to North Dakota to sell some of his custom made furniture. He hated North Dakota so much, when he got back he decided to throw a ‘Forgetting North Dakota’ party in the woods at a lake up north.
I’m about to forget North Dakota.
Good morning to me! Yes, that’s my car. In the middle of an intersection.
On the bright side, I now know the difference between jerry-rigging and jury-rigging something.
But I don’t get anxious in bed. Which is where I stayed instead.
Also, my students who took a vacation to Disneyland brought me back a sweet Mickey mug. So of course I used it immediately and bragged about it to everyone I saw.
I’m house sitting some friends’ house with their dogs while they’re away. There is plenty of food and beer and liquor in the house that they told me to eat before anything went bad, as they’ll be gone for three weeks.
The beer is gone. Well, it was gone after the first couple days. But that was to be expected.
Yesterday I took some of their food including a hard-boiled egg to school for lunch. I bit into the hard boiled egg and it turns out it was more over-easy-boiled. I cried a little just now thinking about it.
Moral of the story: Always hard-boil your own eggs.
An afternoon of good slacking led to an early morning of no sleeping. I would like to fall back asleep now.
