I just realized that, for those who aren’t as addicted to technology as I am, the previous paragraph may have sounded like I was speaking in tongues.
Watched the first episode of Don’t Trust the B---- in Apartment 23 last night. I didn’t expect to like it. I tried not to. But I did. Yes, I’m that shallow.
This week I read a book called You Deserve Nothing. It was meant to be fiction, about a seemingly high-principled high school teacher who has an affair with one of his students, but after reading it I found out that it was actually a true story cloaked as fiction. Now that I know I paid that author to tell his story of having taken advantage of a young girl, I feel like I need a shower.
Spring is here. The cat fur tumbleweed is rolling around my living room floor, my dog has started enjoying his walks more and is stopping to eavesdrop on conversations again, and my neighbor in the apartment next door has started playing his piano once more.