It’s a dead heat. Am I scum, or am I saintly? <\/p>\n
On the one hand, I forgot my friend Aly’s birthday. The kicker to that awful social faux-pas being that I remembered that it was Ralph Macchio’s birthday, and in fact wrote a big fat journal entry about it. They have the same freaking birthday, and I remembered the Karate Kid over my drinking buddy and partner-in-crime. I suck. This is a man who drove my sorry ass to the airport at 4am<\/a> the night before a med school test. Admittedly, they were only checking to be sure he could speak English, but still… And to top it off, I’m not even sure I can make it to his birthday celebrations on the 15th, because I already RSVPed to the meet and greet party for themusesbitch’s<\/a> handsome young suitor from overseas. So, those are (a select few of) the arguments for me as an abominable, irredeemable sinner and scumbag.<\/p>\n On the other hand, I did spend from 4pm until almost 8pm — that’s four hours for those of you who, like me, never really got the hang of the abstract concepts “time” and “math” — taking my perfectly healthy cat to the vet for a post-traumatic check-up. Did I mention I passed up going to a 3:30pm viewing of Matrix Revolutions on the IMAX with my friends to do this? My friends, who never ever play hooky from work to come see afternoon films with me even though it’s my favoritest thing *ever*, but chose the one afternoon I could not possibly reschedule to see a matinee? [grumble] Did I also mention that I “borrowed” the digital camera from work and went home and changed into black and white semi-formal gear, which I then had to wear to the Humane Society and get covered in fur from various enthusiastic animals, just on the off-chance that I might get called in to be the photographer at a charity ball? So chalk one up on the side of beatification. <\/p>\n Sin. Sainthood. My soul hangs in the balance. But really, it is empty. Because I am already in hell<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s a dead heat. Am I scum, or am I saintly? On the one hand, I forgot my friend Aly’s birthday. The kicker to that awful social faux-pas being that I remembered that it was Ralph Macchio’s birthday, and in fact wrote a big fat journal entry about it. They have the same freaking birthday, […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=489"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}