Wednesday, June 11, 2003 Sundry things A collection of things, not big enough for their own entries.
I am a total copyediting geek. I dreamed last night about using the Chicago Manual of Style. (And I was using the right style, too.)
Watching TV this morning:
Weatherman: The sunshine is taking another day off. J.: The sunshine is fucking tanned, rested, and ready.
When I arrived at work, there was a young squirrel huddled up with its back to the door. It looked more scared than injured. I directed my foot towards it—I didn't kick it, or even nudge it—and it ran out of the way. I guess it just couldn't figure out what to do when its back was to a wall and a person was coming at it.
