My Hallmark Christmas movie. A young journalist gets an assignment to cover a cat rescue sanctuary. She huffs at the fluff piece. It's just cats. She drives to the cat sanctuary. Snow falls softly as she drives. She persists, but out of nowhere, a blizzard. She's caught in the midst of it. She pulls over, bangs her head against the steering wheel, letting out a long honk into the isolated winter wonderland. Just when it seems she'll be frozen to death, a pickup truck appears.
My neck has been hurting. I thought my old pillow had become too flat. So we bought new memory foam pillows. Fancy. But now my neck hurts even more. This new pillow is too tall. My neck is all broken, what is this— the haunting of hill house or something? -j
The girl at the phone screen protector kiosk at the mall had a bandaged thumb. She said, "I mean, I can try, but I sliced my thumb open the other day, and I'm left-handed." I imagined all the bubbles and band-aid lint that would be stuck forever on my precious new iphone. Maddening. It's enough to make me sick. The thought of the uneven screen protector... not lining up where the speaker holes are. The tiny, almost imperceptible air bubbles trapped underneath. The mystery fib