I just ordered two glass tea mugs so I would get free shipping on the tea I wanted to order. Wait...that wasn't boring, it was a stupid move, and I didn't recognize how stupid it was until I wrote it here. sigh. Early dementia?
I bought a ridiculously expensive indoor wearable blanket, but it was just under their free shipping limit. I could have paid $19 shipping, or $29 for a clearance item that would fit my middle child perfectly. Un-requested gifts are always a landmine, but I figured I'd rather suffer his wrath than pay $19 shipping on an overpriced poncho (although it WAS my favorite color!).
Reading a scope of work for a work project which entails scanning 7 boxes of lab notebooks from 2000, books to remain bound, auto detect color, please remove the sticky notes and replace them where they were found on the notebook page
Here is my boring thing: I ate Greek yogurt and blueberries for breakfast. The less boring version is that I originally tried to make the same thing but with Grapenuts on top. Shows how long those Grapenuts have been in our pantry because they were RANCID! Who even knew cardboard cereal could GO rancid?!
I enjoyed your post, Alex—thank you for being real.
As the great Daniil Kharms once wrote: “today I wrote nothing” ✍️ which is exactly what inspired my publication title. Because yesterday I writ nowt, and tomorrow I’ll have likely writ nowt. But at least I’ll have writ that 🐦⬛
I can't decide whether to stay sitting in a coffee shop with my book, or whether I should walk home via the supermarket before my toddler wakes up to tell me she hates the supermarket. I've been debating with myself for ten minutes. That boring enough?
Please don't be so hard on yourself, Alex.
That's my job.
Get off my metaphorical lawn with those metaphorical boots of yours.
I just ordered two glass tea mugs so I would get free shipping on the tea I wanted to order. Wait...that wasn't boring, it was a stupid move, and I didn't recognize how stupid it was until I wrote it here. sigh. Early dementia?
I bought a ridiculously expensive indoor wearable blanket, but it was just under their free shipping limit. I could have paid $19 shipping, or $29 for a clearance item that would fit my middle child perfectly. Un-requested gifts are always a landmine, but I figured I'd rather suffer his wrath than pay $19 shipping on an overpriced poncho (although it WAS my favorite color!).
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Reading a scope of work for a work project which entails scanning 7 boxes of lab notebooks from 2000, books to remain bound, auto detect color, please remove the sticky notes and replace them where they were found on the notebook page
I think you're a contender for most boring comment!
Aarrrgghh, I once had a job like that. Boring and possibly meaningless but required to meet the standard. I feel the pain!
Here is my boring thing: I ate Greek yogurt and blueberries for breakfast. The less boring version is that I originally tried to make the same thing but with Grapenuts on top. Shows how long those Grapenuts have been in our pantry because they were RANCID! Who even knew cardboard cereal could GO rancid?!
I enjoyed your post, Alex—thank you for being real.
As the great Daniil Kharms once wrote: “today I wrote nothing” ✍️ which is exactly what inspired my publication title. Because yesterday I writ nowt, and tomorrow I’ll have likely writ nowt. But at least I’ll have writ that 🐦⬛
I spent an hour reading emails. Do I deserve, want, or need a treat? Or is listening to my cats breathe enough?
You deserve both, obviously! ❤
a play on wordPLAY… over my scrambled eggWHITES and now I’m gonna be late for yoga. one more bite…
I can't decide whether to stay sitting in a coffee shop with my book, or whether I should walk home via the supermarket before my toddler wakes up to tell me she hates the supermarket. I've been debating with myself for ten minutes. That boring enough?
Love the title and the conversation you had with your worst enemy (you). You have given me some ideas. Thanks for the "nothing".
Oddly comforting 😌
"I've been sitting here watching paint dry for three hours. Nothing is happening..."
I cannot do it. Write anything boring. Because: well, me ;-D
ha ha
I don't pursue the writing gods, I let them come to me (I owe them money).
I dug through everything and I can't find my christmas clothes???
You should stare at your navel more often!