The name game
This past week has been so wearying, so heavily burdened, so disappointing, I’m taking it personally and anthropomorphizing everything.
My iPod is named Sammy. Jason’s work-induced stress ulcer is named Frank. (Also, his ulcer is Italian.)
The headache I’ve had off and on for nearly a week is called Stephen, but it insists on pronouncing it “Steeeeven” instead of “Steffen” because that’s so much more annoying. (Also, Stephen should not be confused with Steven, my pool cue.)
My overall mood this week – which pinballed between grim desperation, excessive annoyance, homicidal rage, teetering despair, giddy silliness and throbbing headachey-ness – is named Mark.
In other words, life right now is being a Dick.
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