but i did it just barely.
so, here’s the good thing that happened – well, last week i lost my stapler. i know it’s somewhere, but i kept looking in my office, and i got more and more mad, mostly because i have WAY too many pieces of paper in there, and i couldn’t find my stapler anywhere, and i NEED MY STAPLER. i printed out some critical articles for the paper i need to write, and i needed to STAPLE THEM TOGETHER.
so today i had to go to office max to buy a printer cartridge, because this morning i tried to print out more critical articles and first the printer jammed, and then it was out of ink, which was a very annoying way to start the week.
but i bought my printer cartridge, and decided i’d just buy a new stapler, even though i figured if i did that, my old stapler would drop right down out of the sky and land on my head. or my toe, which i broke last year and was very pissed off about because it took forever to heal.
anyway, i decided i wouldn’t buy a stapler if it cost more than 10 bucks.
office max had LOTS AND LOTS of staplers. some cost upwards of 50 dollar, i believe, although they were electric or something silly like that – who needs electric staplers??? how much stapling could a person do, anyway?
i got a stapler that was a STAPLER PACK. it included a stapler that’s nicer than my old stapler, which i’ve had forever and have no memory of buying, plus a box of staples, plus a staple remover! and guess how much this sweet deal cost me – FIVE DOLLARS!
i mean, how could they make something that cheaply?
this made my day.
i also had lunch at the new Qdoba mexican restaurant, right by office max, with my friend kurt. we had GIGANTIC burritos, but somehow we managed to eat all of them. they were pretty good, but the tortillas weren’t so great. a good tortilla is key to a good mexican restaurant. maybe they’ll improve. they were a little bit…i don’t know…sort of rubbery? not exactly rubbery, but the texture was more like a spring roll wrapper, almost, than a tortilla.
why do so many mexican restaurants in spfld have such unpronouceable names? Qdoba, is that short for something that i just can’t figure out? it’s near xochimilcho mexican restaurant; maybe qdoba felt they had to match the unpronouncability.
kurt’s son ben is in kindergarten, and he has to go from 8:30 till 3. doesn’t that sound like a very long day? AND, they take no naps! isn’t that crazy, no naps?
and sad, too.
speaking of naps, WHY AM I STILL AWAKE, IT’S ALMOST ONE IN THE MORNING!!!! very very bad. i won’t be able to run, because by the time i finally roll out of bed, i’m sure it will be swelteringly hot.
i just have to mention the TRAFFIC NIGHTMARE tonight. i left work at 5:05 and i figured it’d take me 15 minutes to get home, grab a quick bite to eat, and rush to class by 6:00. i roared down I-72, but then traffic slowed, then stopped…weird. we don’t have this kind of issue in spfld.
other cars were illegally crossing over to the other side of the highway and heading back, and i finally decided to follow them, because the traffic clearly wasn’t going anywhere. i headed back to veteran’s parkway and roared through westchester and down wabash and up sixth street…and suddenly MORE TRAFFIC NIGHTMARES! up ahead, there were cop cars and clearly traffic was being diverted. WHAT WAS GOING ON???
i made a u-turn and cut through that business area in back of hollywood video, and ended up on 11th street, where i figured i’d be able to quickly head over to stevenson…AND MORE TRAFFIC NIGHTMARES! up ahead on stevenson drive, even though our light was green, semis were hogging up the lanes, blocking the traffic. finally, finally, after about a million years (approximately), i got onto stevenson drive, and it was very weird, because semis lines the street, on both sides, crawling along. i just didn’t realize how many trucks are on the highway usually.
i guess I-72 was closed, as well as I-55, it was a two-car accident, and on the news tonight it looked very grim.
it was just so weird, being caught in a traffic jam with no way to take a shortcut.
it ended taking me 50 minutes to get home, and i had to be late to class because i was STARVING as well as mad.
i didn’t miss anything important in class.
he said a few pithy things that i’d like to share with you, and my notebook is actually right across the hall in my office, but i just can’t get out of bed. BECAUSE IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING.
must sleep.
crazy, crazy girl.
boy, i’m glad i don’t live in LA anymore.
ok then,
grace up too late yet again.