1. This morning, I had a choice between maybe being on time to work for the first time in, oh, a few weeks or watering my plants. This is one of the great moral dilemmas of our time.
You know what? Everyone else is late to work too.
2. I have finally gotten to the point where my most recent most favorite CD of all time no longer reminds me of a vanished lover.
Now it reminds me of missing his unworthy ass. Damn, but I guess that's progress.
3. Surely, I thought to myself on looking at a photo of Catherine Deneuve in an advertisement in the New Yorker, I will age like her.
Fat chance, Fliss.
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