As we're walking back to my place from Davis Square last night, with iced coffees:
Man: That link* you sent me from Apartment Therapy was pretty cool.
Leslie: You looked at a bunch of it then? Isn't it addictive??
Man: I think your apartment could be on there. It is cool even though I'm not really that into the design stuff.
Leslie: Yeah, I know. But it's cool that they have more than just designers. They have so many ideas for small-space living, and things people can actually afford.
Man: True. I mean, if we got a place to fix up I think I'd be really into it.
*I sent him a link about almost free plans for small houses people can build themselves for greener living. The houses are close to 500-600sq ft each and are becoming increasingly popular for environmental and economic reasons. Neat!
My play opens tonight. So wish me broken legs!
EDITED TO ADD: I apparently got too cocky about the dream thing yesterday because after writing about my not-so-bad-at-all-really dream about Ben Affleck, I had a hideous nightmare last night/this morning about a beach that was mostly underwater and a man-eating walrus that was out for blood. Dang!
EDITED TO ADD REDUX: Here's a funny joke I recently heard -
Q: What's brown and sticky?
A: A stick.
1 comment:
Dude, I hate that I read your blog posts out of order (I read top-down, it's just easier). Cause, now that I've read the Ben Affleck dream post I understand the intended impact of this post. And my response is: Awwww...
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