not-so-sticky

One of the many unfortunate occurrences of growing older is that you lose the enthusiasm for the simple things. Riding the subway is still an exciting adventure but not for the same reasons you believed as a kid. You wait for the time of your life in which there is no one to make you go to bed at a certain hour. You're going to stay up all night! You realize as you're working the graveyard shift that staying up all night isn't all it was cracked up to be in your head. I remember when I was 8, I thought there was nothing better to eat than frozen concentrated orange juice. One of my first chores was to mix the juice and I couldn't help but steal a few bites of the frozen bits. When I grew up, I intended to stockpile my freezer with it and eat nothing else! No one would ever make me eat canned asparagus again. It was going to be all about the concentrate. Today was a day both Seth and I have been looking forward to for a long time. Years, in fact. Seth had been asking to ...

Kyrce and I have a lot in common. We have the same job, we mutually prefer lounge wear for our attire, and we both love the coffee from Citgo. Similarly, we both share many of the same fears and paranoias of the highway. This makes for an interesting partnership in carpooling. I've noticed others ride with us on occasion, but I see this as an act of desperation. The very first time one of our new production assistants rode in with us was also the last time - at least with me driving. I hadn't eaten all day long because I was too busy so I was shaky on the ride home. I had to pull over and let Kyrce drive the rest of the way. They made me eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to up my low sugar. Unfortunately, I missed the point where I needed to merge left and got off at the wrong exit. Kyrce took us for a tour of some back roads after that. It was nearly 7 before we got home that night. And we had left work at 4:30 in the afternoon! Anyway, this morning while we sat parked at...