Take my degree
It’s Friday and I’m reaching the level of exhaustion that can only be achieved by having colleagues in town. It’s been so great, but I’m not gonna lie, I cannot wait to hitch up our camping trailer for a short weekend jaunt on the coast. Being in The Nar-Pod is surprisingly calming. Plus, who doesn't love strolling the loop with a glass of wine in hand, providing constant and opinionated commentary on various trailer configurations?
(I am totally serious about my love for the camping loop wine walk...)
But this has nothing to do with my title, does it? Well... I wasn’t going to post today, but before I run off to the relaxing and laptop-free coast, I needed to share three important Friday observations with you all.
- I heard a marching band rendition of Van Halen’s “Jump” today and even I was surprised by the level of hyped I felt upon hearing it. I miss being in a marching band.
- There are huge regional differences in what happens when you experience a jinx. And apparently I feel VERY strongly about people owing me cokes. This is doubly strange because I don’t even like coke. But I do enjoy collecting debts. So there’s a brief moment of self learning there! (I'm dying to attach a screenshot here but too lazy to blank out all of the names.)
- I’m absolutely mortified that I confused Raymond Carver with Raymond Chandler in my post from Tuesday. I came out “Kanye at the Grammy's strong” on Raymond Carver being the best gritty detective novel writer of all time. It turns out that I misted up my Raymonds hard and/or he had the nerve to never write any gritty detective novels. (Or maybe he does, but he never published one?! Anyone? Anyone?) Someone call the literature police. Take my degree from me. I don’t deserve it.
Now that I have that off my chest, I’m going on break. Extended work break. A long one. Like, until Monday.
Happy Friday, folks!
