February 24th, 2005



All I want to do today is make teeny little origami flowers, too. My little desktop Kwan Yin will soon need to engage a gardener.

Christ. A nearby cow-orker just mentioned that every spring break, he takes his son to Florida... to play golf. Should I call child welfare services? What hell is it with white people and golf?

Oh. And it's snowing a lot.

(ETA: I guess it's a good thing that my friends call me on my groundless generalizations. I'd forgotten that Christopher Judge (guh!) is an avid golfer, too. I guess I wanted to believe that the pandemic had some kind of specific limitations, but it really does not.)