Tuesday Hatred: “I’m all for hylomorphism, at four pm”
I hate the fact that I don’t have free in-room internet access in this expensive hotel. If I were staying in the fucking EconoLodge, I would have free in-room wireless. (Here, the in-room access is wired, but not free.) I hate the last moments of a plane trip—taxiing to the gate and then attempting to negotiate the press of people getting off. I hate that the process of exiting a plane seems to be that than which no less efficient can be imagined. I hate air travel in general—it really brings out my normally well hidden misanthropy. I hate that I have no interviews.
I hate that I forgot to bring my comb with me to Boston.
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