When something strikes me at work, I open a new blank email, address it to myself (lest I accidentally fire it off to someone thinking a bulleted list of Why I Love Cheese is actually something work-related), so that way I can seem busy and important, what with the typing and the furrowed brow. It's easy to take 2 hours or a whole day to finally finish it off, and there's less pressure somehow.
At home, it's harder - that orange button in the corner, "PUBLISH POST",oh my god okay I'll write something please quit yelling! I have something to say, I think, but I just can't get it out there.
We went out last night - tacos and music and beer, oh my! - and there were a few goofy little things that happened that I thought would make for a good post, but today all I can come up with are
- Tacos are delicious.
- People-watching is fun.
- Dropping, with some purposeful force, a full bottle of beer in the middle of the dance floor when the band is only the second song into their set should be grounds for immediate explusion. I do not wish to risk my safety traipsing about in puddles and glass shards. You, ma'am, are an asshole.
- Despite my best efforts, the above incident totally ruined my buzz and my evening. DOUBLE ASSHOLE ON YOU, WOMAN.
- I am maybe too old and too sensitive to go out anymore.