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I forgot my lunch this morning. I was almost in the building (across the street) when I realized it and I started to laugh. I never forget my lunch. Sometimes I don’t bring one if I have lunch plans. But I never forget it. I ended up taking out my supervisor to Irish Times to thank her for my year of work. The anniversary of my start is Friday. I hardly believe it.

Yesterday I noticed many people (OK, two) using the word “utilize” when they wrote comments on-line when they could just have used the word “use”. This bugs me as it’s a waste of typing, space and syllables. What makes you so important that you have to utilize the things around you and can’t just use them like the rest of us?

“Look at me utilizing this pencil to write with.”

“Utilize this, you pretentious chump.”

It must be because “fiction and nonfiction are very rarely published in the same book,”  (Beatrice and Virgil, page 6).

I got a free Starbucks last week for my birthday. I got a special coupon in the mail. I didn’t have time to get it on the actual day of my birthday, but it was just as tasty a few days later.

It occurs to me this week, however, that whenever I get Starbucks it is free Starbucks. This is because I rarely go, and when I do I use the Starbucks cards I got as gifts or prizes or etc.

It was fun, though, slapping that coupon down on the cashier’s counter. The cashier glared at me a little and did not offer me a birthday greeting.

Lindsie’s Revelation of the week.

I was just looking at my bank account, to see if I have enough to pay for all the things I have to pay for at the beginning of the upcoming month. I do. This was to see how much of my upcoming paycheque I would need to use to cover the difference, of which there is none. Lesson learned: when I don’t spend my money on junk I don’t need* I can save money.

*List of junk I don’t need at present:

Craft supplies/Anything from Staples**—I have a good stock of these things from previous junk-buying sprees.

Clothes—I brought out my spring and summer clothes and don’t have enough room to put them all.

Anything from Dollar Giant (anything for $1.25!)

Shiny things

**but oh my goodness, clear shipping labels that you can put through the printer are saving my life!

I finally did my laundry last night! Hooray! It’s been waiting to go since Sunday, and then it was REALLY ready to go on Monday when I added my bedding. (I changed out my winter bedding for my summer sheets and comforter just in time for my birthday sleep). I tried to do it Monday but after work there was a lot of to-do going on in the laundry room—I think the result of this to-do was one of the machines being taken out. But then I couldn’t do my laundry on Tuesday because That Was My Birthday! Then on Wednesday I planned to do it after work if Jordan didn’t want to go for dinner before the play. But he did (surprise)! But that was ok because really I don’t like doing laundry and we went to Applebees and I had an Oriental Chicken Wrap. Mm. So yesterday when I got home from work there were signs all over the building saying that the laundry room would be closed Friday (today)! So I decided that it would be a good idea to get it done before that, since I’m going to Duncan on Saturday, and would therefore be leaving it until Sunday, and even though I would have to do it after dance class, which made it later that I have ever done laundry. I managed to finish, however, before the laundry room closed at 10. And that’s my laundry story.

Another laundry note. My prize in The Present Game this past Christmas was a pair of laundry balls. They look like spikey rubber balls, only they aren’t squishy and the spikes aren’t very long. They are meant, according to the packaging, to reduce static and ironing and decrease dry time. “Whatever, I’ll use them,” I thought to myself indifferently at the time. But last night I put just one in each dryer (I had two loads going) and indeed, where usually my sheets come out slightly damp after an hour in the dryer, they were instead perfectly dry. They were flannel sheets, too. I love my laundry balls.

I forgot to buy a Globe and Mail on my birthday yesterday. I could just buy one today, since it will be reporting what is actually happened yesterday. But what I like is getting the paper with the date of March 23 on it. I don’t have time to read a Globe and Mail anyway.

I still have a birthday lunch to attend today, as well as a free Starbucks to get sometime soonish. I didn’t want the Starbucks yesterday or else I would have had it already.

New Envelopes.

Ok so these new envelopes I have I actually bought for my LAST BIRTHDAY, which is exactly one year ago now and I’m just starting to use them now!  Oh no!  The second thing I will mention is that the adhesive tastes really gross.  I hope they’re not poison envelopes.  Lindsie: dead by poison birthday envelopes!

Edit:  And now one of them just gave my tongue a paper cut.  These envelopes are out to get me.

It’s my birthday tomorrow. I have nothing planned except for the regular stuff: work and dance. And dance is my first day back after two weeks off. (One week I was sick, and then the studio was closed last week for spring break). I can’t think of anything special I might want to do, but then it’s Monday morning right now and I wish I was still in bed. Maybe asleep, but maybe reading the last article of last month’s Walrus magazine. It’s not really an article, it’s the short story. But I have to finish it so I can start this month’s edition, which arrived the other day and which reminded be I had several other Walri to read. Catch up!

Holy crap I just burned my esophagus with hot tea. Welcome to Monday, Lindsie.

“It’ll pass.”