why am i always carrying around so much stuff?
for all the time spent talking about people and their existential/emotional baggage, i'd like to take a minute to rant about my actual baggage.
i don't really see what i could do differently. backpack (with workstuff including necessary books and papers, water bottle, and items that would otherwise go in a purse), lunchbox, coffee cup, gym bag- i dont' really see myself lightening the load substantially. but it gets a bit ridiculous, and really makes it hard to make a graceful entrance into my building at the end of the day. so of course, i keep running into hotbutpotentiallygayindianguy in the parking lot. actually, it's worse than that, because he always seems to be driving in behind me so i know that the humiliation in imminent. it never fails. the only times i see him i'm in my gym clothes with my nice-ish wool coat over the addidas pants, hair all matted down from running, carrying all this crap, looking like a goober.
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