I have a sinking feeling that Frederick is soon to bid adieu to this world. His leaves are brown and dry, his roots seem agitated. I see some green, a bit of green, but it doesn’t look good. Sigh. Am I surprised? I didn’t even water him last week, due to weird laziness (I really do hate getting up from my chair), and well, even more laziness. This might be proof that I should probably never get a pet. That poor dog or cat would have to fend for itself in every which way. Terrible. Nevertheless, I just unloaded significant amounts of water on old Fred, so let’s hope that something works. It would be sad to see him go.
I have a quote calendar at work, and this was the following quote for today: Some people find fault like there is a reward for it. Isn’t that the truth? Personally, I think I go on fault-finding scavenger hunts. I’m a big fan of event analysis; going over every inch and nuance in this big head, reliving the events and the ones involved, and doing whatever I can to finally reach the end in sight: whose fault it really is. There’s never a payoff. Never a reward, as the quote highlights. It’s a complete waste of time. It’s not like I’m going to approach the person in question and bring it to their attention. Why? Because it’s highly likely that through their analysis, I’m the one at fault. Again, complete waste of time. Good quote, filled with much accuracy.
This week come the sweet sounds of The Jets, a cheesy brother/sister singing group from the late 80s. I was obsessed with them, especially the major ballad of my life at the time, “You’ve Got it All Over Him.” I still know every word. And so, as any eyes will see in the upper right hand corner, I’ve provided links to some of their best jams. Enjoy, whoever you are.