Some M&M's just melted in my hand, not in my mouth. How long has it been since they last used that slogan? And did they stop using it because M&M's now indeed do melt in hands? I had blue dye smudging my palms. Bastards.Last night Miss Charming Melodee made the first bug sighting/flushing out/killing of the season. Every year I just hope against hope that somehow, over the course of a particularly harsh winter, that all the bugs in the world, or at least in Brooklyn, died. And every spring, I'm actually disappointed to find that that's not the case. I know roaches and whatnot are part of city living, and in fact I was actually a bit concerned when I lived in Greenpoint and didn't see a single bug, but I wish they'd stay in their designated areas. In the Park Slope apartment, they roaches would mostly confine themselves to the kitchen, sometimes the bathroom, and rarely come out during the daylight hours. On the occasion that I did stumble into the kitchen at 4am, turn on the light, and see a cockroach or three, I felt like I was the one trespassing. Last night's sighting occurred in the bedroom, which was most disconcerting. I was sort of lax about plugging up the cracks between the A/C unit and the window ledge, so that obviously must be taken care of. I try not to kill the bugs when I can avoid it, more out of squemishness I guess than respect for life, though I do often think to myself "It's not their fault they were born as bugs." So I try to let them go, as long as they stay behind the microwave or refrigerator during normal business hours.
More bothersome than bugs lately was watching the Mets sweep the Phillies over the last three nights. All three nights, within twenty seconds of Miss CM walking into the door, the Mets won the game. I don't blame her of course (I think), but it's an unfortunate coincidence that in the moment she's walked in for the last three nights, I've been in the worst mood of the day. Just add it to the list of my increasingly irrational behavior.
I was thinking today, as I was walking back to the office with my lunch- I don't think there's ever been a time in my life where I've eaten more meals alone. I'd say a good 70% of my meals these days are eaten in the company of myself. And this has been going on for quite some time now. It's gotten to the point where, when I'm eating a meal, I don't like to do anything besides watch TV or read. Talking to people while eating is becoming less and less appealing/expected. In an unrelated (but kind of related) coincidence, my tolerance of people in general is once again at a cyclical low. I don't know how many more times I can hear the "office laugh" before I go absolutely bonkers. My least favorite consequence of small talk. The dread office laugh. The only solution I have is my charged and loaded iPod. At least, the only solution that doesn't require a 5-day waiting period.
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