We Give Social Status to All Run-Down Tomatoes
Hmm. I appear to have become estranged from my wallet, which is rather perplexing as I haven't done anything with it since running some errands on Wednesday, during which I'm decently sure I didn't misplace it. This is troubling, but I'm ignoring the instinctual urge to panic and am instead waiting to see if it's perhaps at Jessica's place or something. I would probably be more anxious since I need ID to get on my flight to Washington in a little over a week, but at least I have my passport as backup if it comes to that. (Although I will bean the first SeaTac employee who makes a crack about me using a passport for an intranational flight.)
In other news, I have an open question to past/current/future housemates: what should I do with the food in the fridge? Some of it seems to be starting to go bad, but far be it from me to lay hands on other people's rotting roma tomatoes if that's how they want them. If I'm given the go-ahead, I will cheerfully clean that baby out and/or eat anything that hasn't gone bad yet. You know, for all our sakes.
In other news, I have an open question to past/current/future housemates: what should I do with the food in the fridge? Some of it seems to be starting to go bad, but far be it from me to lay hands on other people's rotting roma tomatoes if that's how they want them. If I'm given the go-ahead, I will cheerfully clean that baby out and/or eat anything that hasn't gone bad yet. You know, for all our sakes.