OK, the pressure has mounted. It's 3:02am as I type this and you're wondering, well, where's that daily post that you promised us about your uplifting life? And this on top of inihtar's comment that I should stop blogging about blogging and just blog (whatever that means!).
So, the day was largely uneventful. Work was work was work. And then I came home. And instead of going to the gym, I thought that the best thing would be to open the freezer and see what ice-cream I had inside it. Which was an exciting adventure because two weeks ago I had a party and a friend bought a ton of different ice-creams as a present. But, to my chagrin, I realized that I had finished the rasberry sorbet stick with vanilla inside last week, and was left with a variety of chocolate flavours. Which normally would have been fantastic . . . but I was craving that rasberry sorbet with vanilla.
The day picked up. I went to see Okrafor and gang for drinks. I told her about how my plant is guarding my apartment/ opening it up for robbers and thieves. You see, the plant, a gift, is shedding leaves like there is no tomorrow. So, finally, I gave in and said, listen you needy child, I will move you to the windowsill, open the window so that you get (1) air, (2) light, and (3) I will give you extra water. In return, you will grow and beautiful. However, the plant continues to shed. My apartment currently smells like a plant carcass.
I don't think I can have kids. What if they don't grow in the way that I expect?
Thoughts for another day.
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