Sighs of resignation
I’ve been using a Fujitsu ScanSnap to digitize all my documents. By doing that, I’ve discovered that these are common phrases in my writing over the past 4 decades: “oh, well” “anyway” “whatever.”
Oh, well, it didn’t work out again. Oh, well, you have fun while I’m stuck here.
Take this dog–please. I’ve had Justin’s dog for 5 weeks. He doesn’t have a place yet, so I’m stuck walking his dog every morning between 4:30 and 6:00 a.m., depending on when the dog wakes up. The dog loves me, and I love the dog, but I’m such an idiot to take care of him. It means that I occasionally see Justin, who reports on his river rafting trips, the girls he’s encountered, and concerts he’s attended.
This morning, we walked in a thunderstorm and I, of course, wanted to die. An accident would be fine. Getting struck by lightning would be fine.
According to the countdown clock I have on my iGoogle page, I’m stuck here for 3 years and 21 days more.
Oh, well. Back to work.