Today, a plane flew into a building in Manhattan. I know people in Manhattan. Hippseses.
"Meagan! A plane just crashed into a building in Manhattan! Are you dead?"
"Is Joey dead?"
Something like that.
I better make sure my other New York friends aren't dead. My heart is like... so big.
I met with the career counselor today. She asked me if I'd considered forgetting about employment and instead trying to marry some rich old woman. I said I'd sent out a few resumes but had yet to get a callback.
I'm eating Oreos and milk. Been too long.
[10:19:02 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says: It's like a paradox.
[10:19:18 PM] Scott D. Scheule says: And at the same time, a non-paradox.