Just ate dinner at Panera. Ordered the Greek salad, which comes with your choice of bread, chips or apple. I chose bread—took me approximately two minutes to place, complete and pay for the order.
Other folks … not so much. I’m amazing how much friggin’ thought people put into the most basic question in human history—”Would you like bread, chips or apple as a side?” Literally, I watched someone debate for three full minutes which to go with. Meanwhile, the hands of time pass; the earth rotates; the sun loses heat; climate change continues … one and on.
Bread, chips or apple? Fuckin’ a—who gives a shit?
On a side note, I’m now addicted to my upcoming book—and probably not in a healthy way. I know every word, every paragraph, every chapter. The order. The nooks. The highs. The lows. I’ve probably read through the thing, oh, 90-100 times … and it’s nearly 500 pages. This is what obsession is, and it comes with every book. But this, for me, is a new level. I want this thing to be perfect—an impossible standard.
Sigh.
