is what I hate worst in all the world. I would rather jab myself with an ice pick repeatedly. I can hardly bring myself even to email someone a rsum because I have this irrational fear of looking foolish. Actually going into an establishment to hand them one is even worse. My usual routine is to psych myself up for about three days before I'm able to force myself outside, and then I distribute rsums like they're kleenex all day so that I can get it done with.
Having just gone to Staples to print 50 copies of the rsum, that day is tomorrow. Wish me luck!
I must also admit that I have this strange fear of my grocery bag(s) breaking open while I'm walking home. This evening I had one bag containing 50 rsums hot off the press, a 1.89 litre carton of So Nice soy milk, and 1 kilogram of old fashioned rolled oats. I carried it by the handle for abut 30 seconds before freaking out, and the rest of the way home I carried it on my hip like a baby. Aren't hips great?
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