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Just another morning conversation, Part 45

mo: I think I found a new dimension in my art. me: What happened to the old one? mo: Although I don’t think it will be earth-shattering. me: That’s OK. I don’t want the Earth to shatter. mo: Don’t wake … Continue reading

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Note to self, part 5

When getting up to pee in the middle of the night at the parents’ house and facing two choices: 1. stepping in middle of cat’s litter box and dumping it over, then stepping in cat’s food bowl and dumping IT … Continue reading

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Just another sign I’m actually 8 years old

Late-night text: mo: I bought you spda. me: spda? mo: soda. me: what was the p? mo: I accidentally p’d. me: giggle.

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hanging by a string

Rummaging through the wordpress running blogs, not much changes from post to post. race blah blah mileage blah blah i’ve decided to marry my goat blah blah set p.r. in 10k blah blah green smoothies blah blah. Then this: Nothing … Continue reading

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Just another stop sign

Even by our work standards, it’s a spectacularly hard night. The section is huge, the computer system is glacial. Nine hours of newspaper hell. Of course, the paper eventually comes out, as papers always do. I walk out  to the … Continue reading

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Just another Friday night downtown

Mo says the guy next to her is peeing on the wall. I say there’s likely alcohol involved. No, she says. Just pee. We don’t go out that much anymore. And when we do, we pee before we leave.

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Day people

Day people will never know the simple joy of listening to Death Cab at 3 a.m. while watching Mary Tyler Moore with a glass of cheap Cabernet Sauvignon and desperately looking for the “pause” button on their brain. Lou: You … Continue reading

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