there has been salad dressing on the stapler next to the fax machine FOR THREE WEEKS. i refuse to clean it up because A) it’s not my stapler B) it’s not my salad dressing. i think the only appropriate response at this point is to throw out the stapler and the fax machine. life in an office is (sometimes) like flushing a rope down a toilet. that’s not a knock.
i am going to milwaukee in three hours. that is all. sometime tomorrow morning i’ll be done working on this book about gardening history.
