Powerpoint. I snuck out for Turkish Coffee earlier, behind PPT’s back. But Powerpoint will keep me up all night with miserable, trivial little struggles. I will drag myself to work with dark circles beneath my eyes and know in my heart that I just can’t quit it. Powerpoint is my abusive boyfriend.
I’m avoiding powerpoint right now. I watched a documentary about Lena Horne once. I love her version of Lady is a Tramp, and I have it on my iPod. It’s even better to watch her perform that song for the movie camera, the way she smiles while she sings - she’s mesmerizing. One of the musicians they interviewed for the documentary about her said, “If you were a man, and you weren’t in love with Lena Horne, you were dead.” I know exactly what he meant.
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