my car has had a hitch in its gitty-up for a number of months now, but somewhere south of Florida City i must have driven past an automotive faith healer because the hiccup on the downshift from 3rd to 2nd gear has disappeared. but this is beside the point.
the point is that i arrived home last night and dropped my toothbrush into the commode. i am no stranger to such actions, but this time i decided to sacrifice the object in question rather than running an experiment. i reached into the bowl (pre-use, thankfully) and deposited it into the trashcan. it was too late to run buy a replacement and so, after washing my hand, i brushed my teeth using my finger. wait a minute, this too is beside the point.
the point is that tomorrow morning i have a meeting with a federal agent and, in preparation, i am: listening to Smokey Robinson, reading Foucault, and speaking French badly (but with enthusiasm) to people i hardly know...
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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