"I hope you're not wadding," she said.
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Here is a list, far from exclusive, of things that aggravate me: people on cell phones behind the wheels of cars; vomit; I cannot stand pudding, at all, and other things that fall in that category include meringues and Cool Whip; individuals who misuse (or use at all) the conveyor belts in line at the grocery store, except when absolutely necessary; and cheap toilet paper. Again, this is far from an exclusive list. Of the things listed above, several have affected me in the last 24 hours. Last night I dreamed I couldn't quite get up this rather large hill. It was exhausting,...
Sometimes I hate having to wake up even to eat.
I was never a fan of naps. Not at first. I didn't take them because every time I took a nap, it meant I was getting sick. I'm older now, and so it should come as no surprise that Saturday, late afternoon, something unprecedented happened: I took one. I wanted to. I'd been embarrassingly at an Arts Festival all morning and early afternoon, tagged as an emcee, though shamefully not a good one at it, mostly because no one needed an emcee; at least, not at the performances at which I was posted. I'll tell that story another time, though - it...
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