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as i was shaving this morning, i looked down at the ever-present bottle of tylenol pm on my vanity top, and i wondered what you would say about it to someone who didn't know what it was.

"'pm?' oh, that stands for ... uh ... tylenol pain management. go ahead and take two or three."

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we're having a dinner guest tonite, and as always my brain is racing with things i could cook, but won't. for the record, we're having (appetizer) brie and little tiny toasts, with fruit; (main course) grilled bone-in chicken breasts, asparagus, baked potatoes and mushrooms; (dessert) strawberry shortcake with homemade ("housemade" if i were obnoxious) whipped cream.

when i think about cooking, i'm always thinking of small things. i'm fascinated with small things (i know, i know -- there's a joke in there somewhere). when a. and i were at the grocery store last night, she picked up a box of mini nilla wafers. those fuckers are cute! little baby nilla wafers ... so i got to thinking:

take a baby nilla, use a melonballer to scoop out a tiny bit of ice cream, put another baby nilla on top -- have appetizer-sized ice cream sandwiches!

not this time. but soon.

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i have my "review" coming up in two days at work. i'm not sure how it will go, seeing as how this is the first time i've had one, and the first time i've had one in SuitWorld™. it could go well, it could go horribly, but come 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, it will have gone regardless.

i am almost certain that a large company doesn't have room for someone with my, shall we say, unique outlook on the corporate world. and SuitWorld is notorious for advancing along only those who fit that rah-rah-sis-boom-bah corporate enthusiasm.

i was talking with the TaskMaster™ the other day and she was telling he how she ran into the CEO of SuitWorld™ in an elevator. she was more enthusiastic to tell me about the guy who was with the CEO -- "he's always positive, no matter what you take him," she said of the other guy, going on to tell me how mr. positive was kind of "her role model" at SuitWorld™.

i remember thinking that i didn't want to be -- i could not be -- that guy. sometimes, when life hands you lemons, you don't make lemonade. you take a huge, honking bite out of that lemon, let the sourness sit in your mouth for a while, and then go grab a packet of sugar and swallow that too.

eventually, it'll all come together. but until it does, the sour can be as enjoyable as the sweet.