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2000-11-07 - 11:53am
On the internal soundtrack: "On My Own", from "Les Miserables".
I should be working, or at the very least working on a journal entry, but instead I find myself enraptured by TheSpark.com's Fat Project. I'm not surprised that the guy did this. It seems like the type of challenge a guy might take on. The girl, though, wow. She's extremely pretty and is also very thin. Personally I think the extra weight looks good on her, but given how women feel about themselves and their bodies in this society, it's pretty surprising that she would do this. Although I suppose the $3000 reward incentive helps.
This morning I noticed a little note on the chalkboard, circled: "Perfect Wife". Isn't that nice. I got the warm fuzzies, then I wondered how long it had been up there and I didn't notice it.
The purpose of the chalkboard is to remind me of things I am likely to forget. Usually there's something up there about paying the bills, or remembering to take the cayenne pepper to NJ for Dad's birthday dinner, stuff like that. Unfortunately the chalkboard becomes part of the landscape and sometimes I don't notice it. I have to get in the habit of checking the chalkboard regularly for it to really work.
Well, apparently my powers of observation are better than I thought. Poindexter did write it this morning before I got up. Here's the story, as told to me on AIM:
I started thinking, "Oh, I need pine nuts." I ran around looking for the container for a second, then thought, "Wait, where's my briefcase? My perfect wife might have already dealt with this." Sure enough, she did.
I'm in the habit of putting things Poindexter is likely to forget on top of his briefcase. Apparently it's working.
Poindexter isn't fully lucid in the morning. He blames it on not being awake; I blame it on the fact that he's listening to Howard Stern. I can see that glazed look. How can one remember that lunch requires nut or bread accessories, much less where they are, when Howard is asking a porn star about her bathroom habits? That would be distracting no matter how awake he was.
