I have stopped trying to invent a styrofoam-titanium alloy to make a car out of. This is a good sign as it means that I no longer wish to express my displeasure with the world by hitting people with a car, albeit one that will not kill/damage their vehicle, passengers, or me.
Earlier this summer when I was particularly down I made my mother drive with me to Best Buy and, on impulse, purchased Seasons One and Two of The Office. Although many people have pointed out that The Office is arguably the best show on television these days, or ever, they neglected to tell me the most important part: it is scientifically impossible to be sad while you watch The Office. Just you try. There are so many quirks (and I love quirks) and so much self-reference.
This weekend, I downloaded and watched all of Season Three. I intend to purchase it soon, just as soon as I figure out how much it's going to cost to fix the damage someone did to my car and then didn't leave a note.
In other words, I'm feeling pretty good. Or better, at least.
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"I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me. And since I don't have a butler, I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it's good for me, it's the perfect way to start the day."
-Michael Scott
L,
Sean
(september mid is cool, let me know)
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