You know, the everyday. The series of simple complications that life continually throws your way. Like whether your vacuum is sucking up enough dust. Like whether you should splurge and go ahead and buy that of jar pimento-stuffed olives. Like what note your toilet is singing when it makes that loud streaming gurgle right after you flush it, or whether your blacks match, or how much you can afford to chip in for Chinese food tonight.
It’s nice to be enjoying that haze right...about...now.
But I really am concerned about the Chinese food thing. I've got a mojo for crab rangoon something fierce.