yesterday i took a break from my new job as packy mcpackerson to attend to my actual job, which meant pulling yet another copyediting all-nighter. i pride myself on being very sharp in the night. typo? look out! it's the middle of the night! i'm like the hamburglar of typographical errors after 10 pm. it's the daytime you have to look out for. in the day i get distracted by netflix, useless chores, dishes in the sink, dry skin, etc. what can i say? when you have to scratch, you have to. but at night there are no distractions. only typos. and hamburgers.
there was a bottle of wine left at my apartment and it was going to go to waste if i didn't open it. i've discovered that you can have one glass of wine while copyediting, but not more than that. then it might as well be daytime. i had forgotten how much i dislike chardonnay. i said "blech" about two or three times, aloud, alone, but continued to drink the glass because i figured it was probably good for me, considering that my apartment is covered in boxes, i need a shower, and in the course of packing i've discovered that i own way more crap than i do anything that could accurately be described as non-crap. i've started labeling boxes crap: to california and non-crap: to california, as well as crap: to maryland and non-crap: to maryland. by maryland i mean my parents' house. lucky them! o, calloo callay! dad: get ready for a lot of crap.
goal of the day: books packed! papers packed! assorted random shit packed!
i don't know if you knew this, but when you punctuate your goals with exclamation points, they're more likely to happen. hamburglar copyediting secret.
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