After doing 4 loads of laundry, I treated myself to a chicken parm sub from the place down the street. It's surprising, and alarming, that after 4 loads, i still have laundry left to do. I thought I would have been able to put a good dent into it.
A bird on the window sill tells me the republican convention is going on, as we speak. It coincides, coincidently, with a vow I've made not to think or do anything regarding politics, and I'm actually sticking to it quite well! No temptations as of yet.
I imagine that they have designated the area between 6th and 8th aves. and 31st to 34th streets as irony-free zones. That means that republicans can safely grab a slice of pizza at the sbarro's across penn station without being bombarded by those hipster folks with trucker hats, or anyone who uses sarcasm as a form of communication. But then again, what self-respecting hipster would ever go to Sbarro's, except, of course, ironically.
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