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I have some sort of disgusting eye infection which requires thrice daily medicated eye-drops. Anyone familiar with my horror over all things eye-related can probably imagine what an absurdly difficult situation this puts me in. Fuck.
Aside from that things are alright. Everyone in my office is all stressed and over-worked lately, and I can't help laughing when in the midst of all this "important" business and scurrying around, some little old lady calls with a question like, "How tall is the Sears tower in meters?" or, "Where is the world's largest sports complex?" I truly find myself at a loss for words. Was that kind of thing normal in the days before internet?
The kids and the old ladies are off the hook because they're cute, but it actually aggravated me when a lucid 30-something guy called and asked me what kinds of sites there were to see in Atlanta, Georgia, and if could I give him directions there. When I suggested a guide book, he asked me where could find one. Have people never heard of libraries or bookstores before?
We have a nice three-day weekend, which we all really need. We're sitting around the house watching movies and drinking tea. Anastasia yells at me for whistling in the house, and then starts laughing hysterically because I'm making fun of the Marines, and she's had one too many glasses of lambrusco. Jennifer just shakes her head like teenager out with embarrassing parents.
Tomorrow we go to Milan to feel pitifully under-dressed and see the Last Supper.
Aside from that things are alright. Everyone in my office is all stressed and over-worked lately, and I can't help laughing when in the midst of all this "important" business and scurrying around, some little old lady calls with a question like, "How tall is the Sears tower in meters?" or, "Where is the world's largest sports complex?" I truly find myself at a loss for words. Was that kind of thing normal in the days before internet?
The kids and the old ladies are off the hook because they're cute, but it actually aggravated me when a lucid 30-something guy called and asked me what kinds of sites there were to see in Atlanta, Georgia, and if could I give him directions there. When I suggested a guide book, he asked me where could find one. Have people never heard of libraries or bookstores before?
We have a nice three-day weekend, which we all really need. We're sitting around the house watching movies and drinking tea. Anastasia yells at me for whistling in the house, and then starts laughing hysterically because I'm making fun of the Marines, and she's had one too many glasses of lambrusco. Jennifer just shakes her head like teenager out with embarrassing parents.
Tomorrow we go to Milan to feel pitifully under-dressed and see the Last Supper.