Did you hear the one about the journalist and a semi truck?
So, like many twenty-somethings with $120,000 degrees in really interesting -- and totally useless -- things like creative writing, I tend toward dramatic hyperboles. I never simply have bad days. I have catastrophic, world-ending days. I am never just hungry. My stomach is always on the verge of eating itself. And after waking from a long night of drinking, I often feel like I've been run over by a Mac truck.
It turns out my analogies are like totally off. Last week, on the way to an interview, my five year old Honda was side-swapped by an actual Mac Truck. Luckily-miraculously- I walked away without a scratch. I learned a very important lesson however: Turns out that being hit by an 18-wheeler feels NOTHING like being hung-over. Looks like I'm going to have to work on my simile skills.
On the plus side, I now have a built-in excuse for everyday things I've neglected to do in the past week-like updating this blog. You'll have to excuse me though: I was hit by a semi-truck :)