I'm trying not to be too critical of myself for being a little failboat-y. Death + job stress + job search stress + sinus pain = it's a miracle that I'm reasonably functional, right? I shouldn't be down on myself for being a little scattered in meetings. Meetings that I actually made even if I joined them from home this morning because I had a hard time getting out of bed because I'm not getting enough sleep because of stress.
I got a haircut. Gold star. I went to the post office. Gold star. I deposited a check. Gold star. I answered all the emails that came in today. Gold star!
You were shrift. Gold star!
So many gold stars, shrift!
shrift, that deserves at least TWO gold stars.
The first year I lived in Cincinnati I was on Fairview right at the top of Ravine St
Daaaaang.
I see you know the intersection I speak of, that horrific six way intersection with two blind hills leading up to it.
What was that, Ravine/Fairview/West McMillan? It's like a dare.
Though the one good thing in its favor is its proximity to China Food.
Yep, that's the one. And then there's the little spur of Old McMillan street that is like 100 feet from the main intersection. I almost got hit there many times, both in a car and as a pedestrian.
I could gloat, but it's cold for us right now, and in a few months I'm gonna be living in the devil's asshole, anyway.
shrift, yes, being reasonably functional under those circs earns stars.
ND, that intersection sounds like the sort of thing you do when you're young because you don't know you can't.
