Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I'm With Stupid
Guess who spent his entire afternoon writing and rewriting the same paragraph. No, not David Foster Wallace, although that's a really good guess. It was me! Apparently, my gift for legal prose ran out along with my paychecks and health insurance, and I spent my afternoon staring blankly at my computer screen. I wonder if the head writer of Yes, Dear ever feels this way. Probably, but with more suicide attempts. At least he gets a little bit of cardiovascular exercise that way.
We're talking a day of extraordinary stupidity here. Around 5:30 I found that I was actually having a difficult time reading, and not because of blurred vision, but just a simple inability to make the letters form words. Earlier today I attended a meeting in the wrong conference room, all by myself. Oh, and I managed to seriously injure myself while trying to put on a nametag. It ended up saying "Hello, my name is blood stains." I'm not completely sure we're reached the "danger to himself" stage, but we can't be more than a few steps shy.
But other than that, all is well. I have the season premiere of Arrested Development DVRed and waiting for me at home, and hopefully a large bottle of red wine, as well. Nothing cures stupidity like alcohol, right?
Guess who spent his entire afternoon writing and rewriting the same paragraph. No, not David Foster Wallace, although that's a really good guess. It was me! Apparently, my gift for legal prose ran out along with my paychecks and health insurance, and I spent my afternoon staring blankly at my computer screen. I wonder if the head writer of Yes, Dear ever feels this way. Probably, but with more suicide attempts. At least he gets a little bit of cardiovascular exercise that way.
We're talking a day of extraordinary stupidity here. Around 5:30 I found that I was actually having a difficult time reading, and not because of blurred vision, but just a simple inability to make the letters form words. Earlier today I attended a meeting in the wrong conference room, all by myself. Oh, and I managed to seriously injure myself while trying to put on a nametag. It ended up saying "Hello, my name is blood stains." I'm not completely sure we're reached the "danger to himself" stage, but we can't be more than a few steps shy.
But other than that, all is well. I have the season premiere of Arrested Development DVRed and waiting for me at home, and hopefully a large bottle of red wine, as well. Nothing cures stupidity like alcohol, right?
