Let Me Count the Days
Nothing says mortality like the realization you won't live long enough to use up your office supplies
After 15 years, our garbage can was busted. Parting with it wasn't so easy
After reading the above, I realized that I could do this first-person navel-gazing thing myself. In just a couple minutes, I came up with three sure-fire topics:
Unmated Socks in the Laundry Room
A metaphor for my failure to finish graduate school
Was My First-Grade Boyfriend Mr. Right After All?
The Library Book Less Returned
Whether to go back and pay the fine
Heck, I have a computer. My mind wanders endlessly. I could knock out a meditative, wry, mildly ironic piece in a half hour, tops. Most likely, the Times would buy it.
Unmated Socks in the Laundry Room
A metaphor for my failure to finish graduate school
Was My First-Grade Boyfriend Mr. Right After All?
The Library Book Less Returned
Whether to go back and pay the fine
Heck, I have a computer. My mind wanders endlessly. I could knock out a meditative, wry, mildly ironic piece in a half hour, tops. Most likely, the Times would buy it.
Only one thing stops me. I have a lot of relatives, and if they caught wind of it, word would spread. I would be a figure of fun at family reunions for the next 20 years.
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