If I ever invent a baking recipe, I’m going to require that my adoring instruction-followers set the oven temp to 389 degrees.
Mwah, hah, hah, hah!
New job faux pas (maybe)
So I met up with this great freelance writer for tips about how to pitch stories, write stories, get paid for stories, etc. We chatted for an hour and a half, and I’m now going to be helping him out with some background research.
Overall, the meeting went swimmingly.
I just really hope he wasn’t the guy in the Jeep Wrangler that I almost rammed into upon leaving our coffee shop meeting place.
Here’s for hopin’.
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Stupid move (part deux)
Thanks for the well wishes for my moronic mishap. My hand is feeling fine.
Honestly, I’m struggling more with
1. Encouraging the band-aid to stay stuck on my palm, a creased and sweaty spot for anything to adhere to.
and
2. The tetanus shot the nurse discovered I needed, since my last puncture had been about 12 years ago. It feels like Hulk Hogan punched me in the shoulder. Jerk.
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Stupid move
So yesterday I accidentally cut my hand through a potato.
Go ahead and chalk that up to one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done.
Went to the doctor today to get some butterfly stitches, and she instructed me to keep my wounded appendage clean. Since I only occasionally rub my hands in raccoon droppings, I feel like I should be able to manage that, but I’ll keep you posted.
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The problem with the third space
I hate when people near me at the coffee shop are having really interesting conversations … it makes it really hard to focus on my work.
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Smelly situation
I love sitting outside at Starbucks, but right now, I’m not sure what’s worse: the dude sitting in patio’s corner chain-smoking or the two preppy college boys wearing way, way too much cologne.