Halfway through my second double shift in a row. Hard to move, really.

So last night’s experiment in kindness went well: I didn’t get stressed out and there were no real assholes. Coincidence? Maybe. 

I tried it again this morning and it went well. I feel pretty good about it. 

Now I’m supposed to remember to enjoy life and be playful. Great. Sounds like something I will really excel at…

Here’s something I thought about this morning: 

It’s more fun to be seen reading the New Yorker than it is to read the New Yorker. 

I’m just guessing since I don’t read it, but seems true.