Shoddy and disjointed leftovers from Thanksgiving:
My dad asked me if I wanted to see New Moon. I was so confused. But then again, we used to fight for first dibs on each upcoming Harry Potter book.
It still shocks me to think that all the famous Romantic poets' lifespans are like layers of a Russian doll. Lucky Wordsworth. Poor Keats. On that note, I hunkered down and wrote another essay. Sad thing is it took me the whole frickin day to write. It was one of the laziest yet ultimately productive days I've ever had. As a result, I found a new Keats quote to love: "I will not be dieted with praise." (And he said it with such ferocity too---it's great!).
This morning I got up at seven to go to work. What an awful night of sleep. I dreamt I puked and out of my mouth flew the fattest pigeon I will ever see. Never will I overindulge my tummy past 10pm again.
I feel dirty every time I leave work. It's not easy to be immersed in ten hours of sordidness and come out with one's innocence unscathed. Today I wrote up my first felony... exciting, except it was against a 19-year-old. I also learned that there is such a thing as a felonious kiss. Besides that, I'm still shaking my head at the complicated and utterly boring vehicular case thrown upon me this afternoon. Really, I hate cars and people who steal them. The case took the whole afternoon to prepare, and I could barely understand the broken English of the guy I was interviewing. Frustrating. But at least it wasn't one of those "transit recidivist walks between subway cars" nonsense. Why bother arresting for that? Even judges hate those.
Hoboken. Finally went to Maxwell's for dinner after about a year of abstinence. Went to Grimaldi's, too. I don't think I can ever eat free Spec pizza after this break. It would be like weaning oneself off a macbook and switching back to a PC. Who does that?
I think I just killed a potentially savory moment with my flavorless technology comparison.
Regarding the above appended photo: that is my backyard in autumn. Yet we still feel the need to go super Asian and drive up to Bear Mountain every year. I don't complain, though. Either it's the elevation or just the way I was raised, I really, really like mountains. Oh my god - believe me, that pun was wholly unintended.
