Day 133

I saw something on television this morning about how eating chocolate can make you depressed. Not very likely. I'll tell you what can make you depressed. Days where the market closes down over two hundred points can make you depressed. Days where your printer remains stubbornly clogged after three separate attempts to clean the print heads can make you depressed. Days when one of your clients says they prefer a cheesy free template website to the custom site you took weeks to develop for them are a little depressing as well. On days like today, chocolate actually helps. Especially the chocolate covered coffee beans I've recently become addicted to.

When I went to the bank today I saw one of those giant mobile shredding trucks parked out front. Maybe this explains why they never seem to be able to find my account records. I've never really understood the fascination with shredding things. Janet shreds everything as soon as she's read it. I never shred anything. I pack everything up in manila file folders and take it down to the storage room. Of course, I can never find any of this stuff later, but at least I know it's there somewhere.

I just got an e-mail from a friend telling me about an estate sale in the Park Cities this weekend that includes a large collection of ceramic Dalmatians. Some of them are life size. The house is in a pretty pricey neighborhood, so I probably can't afford anything anyway, but I think I'm going to go to the sale. Estate sales aren't really my cup of tea, but I do understand the mentality of those who become obsessed by them. It's not that different from collecting watches. Wanting things that you don't actually need is a bit like getting too near a black hole. It's sucks you right in.

Dalmatian of the Day

Watch of the Day