I had it in mind to maybe clean my desk sometime, and so I started shuffling papers, in the way that a person does when they don’t really know where to begin and don’t really intend to stay to find out. This clever little ancient “meme”– the precrusor of actual memes, the primordial desire of people to put words and pictures together and, in the bygone times, to print them on pieces of paper, and then, more recently but still too long ago to remember, to send them in long email posts, and now to have them on Facebook–fell out of a pile of papers. I’m pretty sure I had it taped in my binder in high school, or tucked into my prayer book so I could gaze at it and laugh quietly instead if listening to the sermon in church. It strikes me, as I consider it now, as the anti Hey Girl, though running along in the same theme.
Anyway, I might actually clean the office. There’s a very slim chance that I might. Some day. Bizarrely, today I’d rather do school. I’d rather hole up in the school room and think about insects and St. Benedict and sit next to children doing math. That’s how bad the office is.
Plus it’s raining. Which must have something to do with it. God is probably crying over our sins. That’s what I’ll tell the children, or rather, your sins, since mine aren’t nearly worth crying over. That needs to be a meme: God is much angrier with you than with me, why can’t you see that, and then a picture of Ryan Gosling, or whoever the Hey Girl person is. Or Don’t Judge Me at least until I’m through judging you, which is going to take me a while, with a picture of Grumpy Cat. Or rather, the face of the new mayor of Houston lumbering around with her angry smile, judging the church for judging her.
Just kidding, I won’t tell the children that the rain is God crying. I’ll tell them it’s global warming, which is also their fault. Just kidding. I won’t do that either. I’ll probably just do school and then clean the office. Who knows what other Treausres I’ll find.
Have as nice a day as you’d like. Pip Pip.