and now for something completely different
Because I still remember when she got fired for talking about her job on her website, paranoid me has decided that I can no longer mention anything about politics here. This basically brings my number of potential topics that don't involve utterly inconsequential musings about nothing down to 0. But I have actually thought of several topics to write about that DO involve utterly inconsequential musings about nothing in the past few days. They include:

· The apparent disappearance of Phyllis. Now I'm a little worried about her.

· Dinner with my dad tonight at Nora, the only DC restaurant I have always wanted to try. It was ultra-fabulous. I had a whole artichoke. And coconut sorbet. And Amish chicken (for real). And I like my dad.

· The lead in the DC water and the fucking fact that the EPA knew about it for fucking TWO FUCKING YEARS and now their fucking solution is to make the fucking city pay for filters to be distributed ONE TIME, NO REPLACEMENTS to the 23,000 households with the lead service pipes so that we can solve the problem for TWO MONTHS ONLY fucking oh my god I can't even talk about this one.

· The fact that one and possibly two or three of my roommates is/are probably moving away this summer and I am sad.

· My new obsession with the nuances of various active verbs.

· Playing video trivia games at a karaoke bar last weekend with Hefk, Wev and two nurses from Johns Hopkins, one of whom had those spacer things in his ears. Our team was named "Tito."

· What it's like to spend six hours at Ikea and come home without $180 you once had, but with a lamp, two printer stands, a bookshelf, a desk organizer, 10 greeting cards and half a cinnamon bun -- and then not have time to do a damn thing with any of these items so that they now just hang out in boxes in the dining room.

· I'm ignoring like 10 political topics right now. It sucks that the time I feel most like I have to be objective is the time that I am learning the most about the things I want to be objective about. Oh, Mr. Paranoia. I wish you would find a new very best friend and bring back my old companion, Mr. Apathy. I so enjoyed his company. At least he knew how to relax.

But now I don't really have time to talk about any of those things because I have to go to sleep at 10 p.m. Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go...