i’m having a bit of a rough day. it’s not like a bunch of bad things happen, but it’s all those little annoying things that are just piling up one on top of the other that are making me want to cry.
so i fucked up the customer service number and i’m overwhelmed with the sudden mountain of work that has landed on my desk (and it’s big work, not piddly little newsletter b.s. but stuff like writing a software box, what do i know about writing copy for a box? i am more than a little nervous about all this) and then i had a typo in my backwash column and someone’s trying to make me feel like an ass and really all of it combined is just a bit more than i can take.
so what do i do? do i call the outlaw? no (and i know i should). do i cry? no. instead, i watch a dancing banana sing about peanut butter and jelly (ok i’ve watched it abput 19 times in a row, but hey we all have our hidden vices). then i laugh.