About twenty-four hours ago I started reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road. I went to bed early and thought I'd just start it. About a hundred pages in, I looked at the clock and it was nearly 11:30. And of course I couldn't sleep, too profoundly disturbed by the fact that my "emergency" kit is irretrievably buried in the garage and contains only a roll of paper towels and an economy pack of Ivory soap. My poor kids would have no chance in the event of an apocalypse. Then again, maybe I should be grateful for that.
Right about now, The Real Housewives of Orange County is looking pretty damn uplifting. So much for laying off television.
2 years ago
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