Friday Afternoon Confessional: Petty Theft
In the spirit of making the Confessional more sin-oriented: I confess that I stole coffee filters from the kitchen in my office building. I confess that I did so in large part to have an identifiable sin to confess.
I confess that I am increasingly unable to watch movies without The Girlfriend. During the week, two hours just seems too long to sit and watch something — although I’m more than willing to watch the same amount of visual material, provided it’s cut up into hour or half-hour segments.
This week The Girlfriend’s power was cut off for a couple days (not her heat, though, so it wasn’t life-threatening) due to a misunderstanding — the rental agency had told her that the electric was included in the rent, but apparently it wasn’t, meaning that she was a year and a half behind. It seems to me that the power company should’ve done something about this situation that was (a) sooner and (b) less radical than cutting off the power. I confess that I was upset that I wasn’t able to do anything to help her, but I also confess that had I been there, the odds are pretty much 50/50 — either I would’ve become a model of effectiveness or else I would’ve collapsed into debilitating anger.
Along the lines of that last confession, I confess that I get way too angry when the computer malfunctions.
I confess that I am overly fixated on my win/loss record on the online chess site that Richard and I use, to the point of laying out monthly goals to bring the two into parity. I confess that I have consistently failed to meet said goals.
I confess that I’m very glad that next week is the last week of the quarter and that I get a couple weeks off to stay in Chicago, greatly reducing my odds of facing catastrophic seven-hour delays on Amtrak, like I faced last weekend.
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