Yesterday was the climax of my mad rush at work. I know I was exhausted because when I got home and took my work clothes off I almost immediately started to put the same clothes back on again. Then I went to make dinner (aka, put frozen food in the oven). I collapsed on the couch while it was cooking, and when the timer went off I went into the kitchen only to find my oven roasting hot and my food still sitting on top of it. As it turns out, not enough heat emanates from the oven to cook things that aren’t in it.
After all of this, I didn’t trust myself to work on a blog post. I probably would have accidentally revealed some deep dark secret. I’m not sure what kind of dark secrets I have, but I’m sure I must have at least one. Somewhere.
Speaking of deep dark secrets, I’m having lunch at the Ritz today. It’s not really a secret, but the drama of it sounded nice. I’m actually not that excited about it, but it sounds very 1960s to talk about the Ritz. So vintage. And before you call me bourgeoise let me just tell you that this is for CHARITY! Also, I’m not paying for it. It’s just a perk of working for a nonprofit. Really according to the IRS we’re not supposed to have any perks except long hours and mediocre pay. But hey, still have my soul! And actually I wouldn’t call eating lunch with a bunch of socialites that big of a perk, but it’s really the only way you can have a drink while working and say it’s for the children!