One-Shot Deals
1:42 AM | There must be virtue in staying up late, reading poems that move one to tears by their beauty.
7:57 PM | Let’s see how long I can hold this hunger down before finally giving in to a mouthful of pizza.
10:40 PM | The older I get, the easier it seems to let go of connections that may appear important, but are, on closer inspection, actually unessential.
5:35 PM | Once again, I find secret joy reading up on people and devouring information about them that I surreptitiously find on Google.
8:45 PM | Instead of working, I blog-hop, visiting blogs slyly, like some minor terrorist.
3:35 PM | Not much to do on a Sunday and I am just plain sick of malls.
6:17 AM | I can’t believe it: at this ungodly hour I’m already dressed for work, only to stare bleakly at the heavy downpour outside my window.
5:04 PM | At a meeting I had the misfortune of sitting next to a guy who made really lousy jokes, and I had no compulsion to even fake a laugh.
12:46 PM | I’m wearing a kimono blouse today, and eating a bento box lunch—I’m very big on themes lately.
1:36 PM | I sat next to a lawyer today, a jittery guy who kept telling me, “You answer it this way, OK… answer this way?”.
2:21 PM | Today’s zinger quote: “Nihilism is best done by professionals.” – Iggy Pop
11:53 AM | I keep getting these calls from an unlisted number, four times this week.
09:13 PM | Crossing the street on the way to the mall, I stepped on something that crunched, and then squished, but I didn’t stop to look.
12:34 PM | Rushing to get all the last-minute tasks done before I leave for Manila—time is running out on me.
10:52 PM | Chocolate—dark and crumbly—all day long today I’ve been craving it.
11:24 AM | I am browsing through the photos stored in my ibook, wanting to start yet another blog, god help me.
7:55 PM | Strange congruity: I came in to work at 10:10 today, October 10 (10/10).
9:26 PM | Holding down a 2-year old while he is getting stitches to the head is not how I wanted to spend a Friday night.
7:50 PM | A cold is working its way into my system, could be a delayed reaction to stress over the weekend.
9:00 PM | I ate pizza topped with broad slices of Norwegian salmon while figuring out how best to structure a lie.
2:17 PM | The trick is to keep breathing: Shirley Manson, ladies and gentlemen.
2:10 PM | My temper flare ups are getting worse. So much for growing old gracefully.
