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Archive for May 7th, 2006

inventories and flags and pay it pay it pay it

Posted by Roberta Lipp on May 7, 2006

I haven’t written in a few days, and for now all I’ve got are some random thoughts and occurrences. Usually by the time I’m done I’ve tied them together somehow, but I make no promises.

Have I used that exact opening line before?

I bought a book of puzzles, mostly sudoku. I am doing the easy ones for now. It is exactly where I should be starting. It’s incredible to watch myself, to watch how my brain works, and how my mind schemes. When I have to sort or store any information in my head, frustration manifests as mini-panic (it’s subtle… I have only recently been able to identify it as panic) and then I quickly translate that into boredom; wanting to move on to another portion. It is so interesting. And it’s all the time. I cannot carry numbers when adding, subtracting, or dividing. I have to write it all down.

And of course it’s not just math or numbers.

And this is what’s fucking me up at work.

Okay so I buy organic eggs. They are supposed to taste better and be healthier and plus I feel bad for the penned hens. We choose our battles. But last time I bought eggs I did not buy the organics, because the store I was in was small and did not sell them. The other day I made my egg a little less cooked ‘cause I had time to be drippy and not need a sandwich that was overly pristine, and guess what? White, non-organic eggs do not, in fact, taste as good as their more expensive and pc bretheren. File this under the wwl; what we learned category.

Remember the nice train conductor pay it forward story? The other morning I didn’t have my monthly pass, and the conductor pretended to be tough but then wound up letting me ride for free.The next night I was on the train and the girl behind me was told by a conductor that knew her that the train no longer stopped at her stop. So I turned around and offered her a ride.

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