Anyone got any ginkgo?
A short roster of things I’ve forgotten in the past few days:
* One make-up bag, cleverly stuffed with toothbrush, deodorant and birth-control pills to save space in my in-no-way-even-close-to-packed car. I left it on the nightstand of the spare room at my parents’ place, which is several hours away, yielding a pissy, wallet-draining, ad-hoc visit to Shoppers on my return.
* One passcard to my office building, leading to a humbling day of scavenging and engaging in mild espionage just to go pee.
* Two (two!) rain shells borrowed from a very benevolent (and likely quite soggy) individual. In the past week, I've forgotten one at home and one in my office, but somehow neither have been in my proximity when it's actually started raining. At least I'm not the only one getting wet.
* Water, for my fledgling indoor herb garden, which I now suspect will never evolve past the "fledgling" stage.
* One pair of new sunglasses, discarded in the backyard whilst I placidly planted daisies in the sun. Five minutes later: step-step-step-step-CRUNCH-step-oh-mother-of-fuck!
Sigh. Sometimes I exhaust myself.
* One make-up bag, cleverly stuffed with toothbrush, deodorant and birth-control pills to save space in my in-no-way-even-close-to-packed car. I left it on the nightstand of the spare room at my parents’ place, which is several hours away, yielding a pissy, wallet-draining, ad-hoc visit to Shoppers on my return.
* One passcard to my office building, leading to a humbling day of scavenging and engaging in mild espionage just to go pee.
* Two (two!) rain shells borrowed from a very benevolent (and likely quite soggy) individual. In the past week, I've forgotten one at home and one in my office, but somehow neither have been in my proximity when it's actually started raining. At least I'm not the only one getting wet.
* Water, for my fledgling indoor herb garden, which I now suspect will never evolve past the "fledgling" stage.
* One pair of new sunglasses, discarded in the backyard whilst I placidly planted daisies in the sun. Five minutes later: step-step-step-step-CRUNCH-step-oh-mother-of-fuck!
Sigh. Sometimes I exhaust myself.

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