Then I went and did more housewares shopping. I even found a lint roll thing for the dark pants that I washed with two new and very cheaply made towels. D'oh!
I can't find peanut butter anywhere.
Work is about a daily search for meaning as well as daily bread; for recognition as well as cash; for astonishment rather than torpor; in short for a sort of life, rather than a monday-to-friday sort of dying.
— Studs Terkel