I know, I said I don’t like writing about what I did, but today was too overwhelming. It had a triple.
The single: 300. That alone is enough to warrant a good day. Literally had my jaw hanging open from disbelief for over half the movie.
The double: White Castle. The crave hit after catching Harold and Kumar the other day.
The triple: Kristine Sa’s Hopeless Romantic came in the mail today. This isn’t just your regular every day CD. There’s a reason I had to buy a physical copy instead of just downloading it. The packaging is out of this world. I haven’t seen anything like it before, and neither have you.
There were a number of other good things today, but nothing that would move the day up to a quadruple (unless you add them all up together, but of course it doesn’t work that way).
Real quick fun fact: I love the word double. It’s applicable whenever something happens twice or extra. Triple is about 50% better than double. The quadra is 33% better than that, and so on and so forth. The highest count I’ve ever gotten up to was a hexa, but it was something bad. To be specific, I believe I was measuring in units of crappy, so it was a hexa-crappy. Yeah, that was bad. I dream of the day I get to say dodeca-nice (that’s 12). Unfortunately, I have no idea what the word for multiples of eleven is.