I was at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square, and there was a table full of peaches, and I thought they might be good, but I stood there staring at them for I don’t know how long. I was actually intimidated by the peaches. I don’t know how to pick peaches and I was chickening out. Can you believe it? So stupid. Scared of picking peaches. Finally, I just took three. The first three I laid my hands on, no picking involved.
Well, I had the first one last night and GOD IT WAS DELICIOUS. What have I been missing all my life?? Because of this debilitating fruit picking fear.
Went to the gym.
Learned I could reboot the web server remotely.
Got to work on my speech.
PEACHES, the ending of The 40-Year-Old Virgin when they sing and dance to Aquarious, finding the blog about French Bulldogs.