Dear Friends:
Yeah, I used to address these letters to someone in particular, and I’ve totally been copping out lately. I can feel your scorn all the way over here, and you know what? I don’t care. You heard me. Wednesday Item One.Today, in the brief period between work and woodshop (the time which is normally occupied by the gym; I promised Heather I wouldn’t go today, or else I would get a stern talking-to about my overzealousness, which is apparently related to my recent physical exhaustion), I was stationed in front of my laptop. I received an IM from someone I used to chat with regularly, and hadn’t spoken to since probably last year, and an email from someone I made out with a few times several months ago. Those two things might not have been that strange, but I received them at exactly the same time. Magic. Wednesday Item Two.
Tonight at woodshop, which is mainly a forum for the instructor to show off his sizeable tool… collection and reminisce about his many very close calls with death and/or maiming (but I love it anyway), part of the class involved firing the pneumatic nail gun across the shop. While one classmate shot it, the rest of us winced and inched away. The guy next to me put on his protective goggles, and I informed him that they weren’t going to do a damn bit of good; anything short of teflon was likely to be useless. Wednesday Item Three.
Tonight after class, Silas (the coffeeboy) and I spent 20 minutes discussing our sex lives. Is that weird? On a side note, I have to commend Dunn Brothers on their incredibly excellent taste in male employees. Wednesday Item Four.
Best quote from an email today: “you’re so sweet to drop me a short but darling midday email, it’s the gen-x equivalent of putting a note in my lunchbag!” Wednesday Item Five.
Your task is to help me popularize the term ‘sleepover’ to refer to that thing that everyone understands what you’re referring to when you say it, except your parents, who think it’s good, innocent fun, just like back in junior high. Heather is at a sleepover tonight. I’ve got the house to myself, and I have big plans. I’m going to sleep. Do svidanye, tovarshii.
Jenni