I’ve discovered that there is nothing overtly gratifying about finishing a task because there is always another one left in its wake. Feeling particularly Sisyphean this week (but more existential than depressed). I was particularly jazzed at rewatching the season of Sex And The City when Jack Berger comes and quickly goes; despite knowing the feminist discourse about his toxic behaviour, the meet-cute really is a great one. Changing up how I do my Leftovers emails, which often read like a hectic note you’d find on my phone. See section titles for different types of leftovers, from fridge raids to cultural commentary.
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