I swear that right up until “The Daily Show” came on last night, I thought it was Friday, but then I had to stop and mull it over because “The Daily Show” doesn’t air on Friday, and there it was on my television, so someone had messed up . . .
Okay, since I was obviously the one who had messed up on the whole Friday leftovers post by posting it on Thursday instead of Friday and then moving it to Friday with a caveat (still with me?), I figured it wouldn’t matter if I just went one step further and added something that I would have put in if I had posted it on Friday instead of Thursday (huh? huh?) . . . Anyway, I give you Latte-gate:
Yes, I know. I scheduled the damn thing to publish a day early. Sheesh. What a week . . .
Friday afternoon. Cloudy, muggy, but cooler, 70 degrees.
So I was right about the one thing that I wish I had been wrong about. I am having one of those weak episodes, the kind where moving feels like swimming, lifting anything feels as if I’m trying to hoist 55 gallon drums filled with cement. In other words, blech.
Dreamed last night that my mother and I went to White Castle to get burgers. We found the last one left in the area (I think they’re all gone). She wanted her burger with rice and greens on top, and I just didn’t understand that combination. Years ago when I worked at the newspaper, there was a White Castle a few streets over and the woman on the grill had been there for years. She could cook a mean burger.
Oh well. Here, have some leftovers . . .
Caitlin Moran’s How to be a Woman
None of your kind wanted . . .
Look closely . . .
I’ve finally found my spirit animal . . .
Speaking of koalas . . . I don’t know if I’m more intrigued by the photos or the caption accompanying them:
A Koala reflecting on his sins, his triumphs, and the inevitability of death.