This is what someone told me about myself today:
“I have finally gotten you figured out. You like to play stupid, but you really aren’t. You’re just soaking everything in and storing it away for future use, just waiting for the opportune time to strike.”
Ummm, let me clear this up once and for all. He’s kind of right, I am not as dumb as I look; I’m dumber. Although, since this hypothesis took six years to develop I can honestly say he’s the dumbest. Clearly, he thinks of me as some type of criminal mastermind, which is oddly flattering in a mildly disturbing way.
What I am reading: The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. Yes, I know it is a kids book, but it was one of my favorites so I am revisiting. Its been at least 20 years since last I read it.
What I am listening to: Amos Lee......his album (do we still say that or are we saying CD now?) was one of my favorites last year.
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