Apparently, not good enough. I awoke this morning to the sound of the recycling truck rattling down our street. And I'm stuck with an overflow of bottles & papers for another week. And I refuse to throw them away in the trash collection that comes 3 times a week -- even if recycling all goes to the same place, I like to harbor a small hope that it actually does get reused. Le sigh.
Well, at least I managed to remember to take out the trash. I suppose that's the more important one -- so that it doesn't stink up the apartment all weekend.
AUTHOR: Douglas Coupland
AUTHOR: Wesley Stace