I got back last night around midnight and immediately remembered that I had forgotten to stop at Harris Teeter and buy a plunger. Fortunately it only took me twenty minutes to venture back out, buy the plunger, and return so I could go to bed. Still forgot to clean the kitchen from my fajita leftovers. And to buy a phone card. Dang it.
Ah, mundanity (it’s a word now!)
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From the magnetic poetry collection hanging on the wall in the office restroom, some gems:
together
A Manic Childhood
and the car
r we there yet
and
sweet pea you are fluffy