So this morning at 2:30am, I'm thinking, oh I should get my suit out and make sure everything fits for the interview I have today. So I put it on, everything is good, except the pants are too long, by about 2 inches. I'm thinking, no worries, I'm not a bad hand at tailoring. I go and find the needles, of which I have 45. Then it was, Houston, we have a problem. No thread. No thread!!!! I'm turning my entire apartment upside down, racing back and forth like my demented dog, and couldn't find any thread. By this time, it's 2:50. I'm screaming, "@#&%$!!!!!!" And then a bolt of inspiration hits me. I run to my bathroom cabinet, and pull out the floss. Yes, ladies and gents, it was the only thing resembling thread in my entire apartment. It was going to be that or the fishing line spool I have for no apparent reason. I decided to go with the floss. So, I can proudly say that my pants cuffs of my suit today are held up by minty-green floss. I know, I'm so ghettofabulous, aren't I?
Today's quote: Sometimes you gotta grab life by the haunches and hump it into submission.