I'm trying to gossip less at the office. It's hard because I don't care for my job and I need to find things to do. I tried writing a choose-your-own-adventure novel about my job (hint: it never ends, you just keep doing the same thing over and over), but it got hard keeping track of the plot strings and I got bored of it after a day or two.
More of my anxiety about possibly being stupid today. I feel brain-leaky. I want to get the frozen concentrated brain juice feeling back. I need to read more.
Thing I learned today: Elvis Costello and Diana Krall live near Nanaimo. Wikipedia says it is true.
I'm throwing my arms around Paris because/ only stone and steel can accept my love. I fuckin' love Morrissey.
