Glue sticks (yes, in the plural) Alcohol wipes, and Purell, and Kleenex Pins for blocking a sweater

My coworker pointed out this scourge of an article in The New York Observer today: My Book Deal Ruined My Life.

As heard in passing: “I’ve found that if you just say a lot of random stuff and act like you know what you’re saying, then everyone will believe you’re really smart.”

Orange juice is one of the few wonders of this world. Forget this seven wonders. This is the wonder!

Since I was a child, I knew I was sensitive to chemicals–especially soaps and specialty acne cleansers. But it wasn’t until the past three years that I realized I was also sensitive to smells. When I went to a “relaxation clinic” to help with my depression, I learned I wasn breathing more shallowly than the average human.

Right now, I can’t think of a worse feeling. It’s that cocktail of one part anger, one part hurt, a splash of resentment, and a pinch of jealousy to taste.

It’s time for a new futon. My current futon is not only lumpy, but the couch frame is literally held together by four uneven stacks of books and the wall. To be honest, the futon has been in a sorry state for well over a year now. Of course, twelve months ago, it was only propped up by two stacks of books, and didn’t need to be pushed up against the wall. As our sole piece of furniture, it increasingly lost bits and pieces through the year. A nut and screw one day, a random spring the next, an entire bracer bar a few months later…

I’ve never been a heavy soda drinker, and this lure of free sodas hasn’t changed that. So, why is it that after reading this article about Jones Soda and their decision to move to cane sugar, I suddenly want to drink more soda?

An hour before my night class in screenwriting this past Tuesday night, I found myself at Big Time Brewery with a baked potato smothered in three types of cheeses, chives and olives with a hardy pint of beer. The beer and food (usually pizza) at Big Time is the second best way to reclaim my happiness after a torturous day at work. The best way would be Indian food.

Going to Moose Factory, Ontario this year—for vacation. Preferably with friends. A Moose Factory t-shirt, whether I make it to Moose Factory or not. A job where I edit, even if it’s only 50% of the time and the other 50% is administrative or web-related. A constant—or fairly constant—stream of pay checks. More time to [...]