A sample

I finished The Magician’s Assistant yesterday (day before?  maybe).  Liked it.  I’m an Ann Patchett fan.  Although I wish she spelled her name with an e.  It doesn’t look finished.  I may be biased.

The dryer is buzzing at me.  I usually turn the buzzer off (annoying sound), but tonight I wanted to be alerted when it was done so I could pull the clothes out before they sit in a pile getting more and more wrinkled.  It’s buzzed at me three times now.  I don’t want to get up.

I can’t think.  I need some real rest, peaceful rest, and I don’t see that happening for at least another week.  I want to hang out on the couch and be a slug.  Maybe in the backyard.  Maybe in bed.  Slug-like.  Not as slimy.  That’s kind of gross.  I prefer to be clean.

Lately, I’ve been working with these two guys who were just hired, straight out of college.  22 years old in 2010.  And one of them had never heard of The Sound of Music.  The other had heard of it, but had never seen it.  I feel OLD.  And a little sad for them.  Those poor deprived kids.

Going to bed.  My brain is empty now.  That wasn’t too hard.