I’ve noticed that medium-size life disappointments have a tendency to be mercifully bitter sweet, but this one… it’s just bitter. I am too sick to go see Heather Armstrong, one of my idols, as she kicks off her book tour in Manhattan tonight. Also, this morning, I had to cancel a Hey Brooklyn interview with a husband and wife duo who own a bakery and make, among other things, butterscotch brownies. BUTTERSCOTCH! BROWNIES! I’m missing out on butterscotch brownies and Heather Armstrong. This is officially the worst day in the world. Ever. Total. Infinity.
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