10/13/04
Good morning! It’s one of those cold, sorry days that blow on you when
you go outside and stare at you when you stay in. Don’t misunderstand
me; I love it, I always will, and if it rains, I’ll love it even more,
because then I’ll be able to use my umbrella, which has a picture of
Paris printed on it. I love umbrellas. I also love the feeling that in just
a few more weeks, one will have to bundle oneself up in warm woolen mittens
in order to go outside. If only there were brown paper packages involved, it
would be perfect.
I just realized something: this past summer, I allowed myself to become a couch potato. How does one go about becoming a couch potato, exactly? I think it happens in stages. It probably starts with something innocent like watching TV at night, eating too much Breyer’s mint chocolate-chip ice-cream (the best thing on this planet) and sour-cream n’ onion potato chips (the second best thing on this planet), not noticing when two hours, a pint, and an entire bag go by.