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loaded_march ([personal profile] loaded_march) wrote2016-07-16 10:23 am

50 shades of tabs (or: consequences of living with a writer)

The Spouse borrowed my phone the other day to look up something, and he boggled when he went to open a new tab and saw that I had 50 tabs open.

Spouse: You have 50 tabs open.  Why do you have 50 tabs open?

Me, shrugging a shoulder: Research.

Spouse: Research for what?

Me: Um.  Well, some of them are research for X book, some of them are for Y, a couple of them are recipes I want to try, but, yeah, mostly they're for the writing.

Spouse: Some of these are just google searches, why don't you close them?

Me: Because they're searches I haven't actually done yet, just reminders of topics I want to look up later.

The Spouse stared at me for a minute, then muttered: I didn't know your phone could still work with that many browser tabs open.

Me: Now maybe you'll understand when I complain that my laptop browser is slow.

The Spouse looked at me with narrowed eyes, and asked: Do I want to know how many tabs you have open on your laptop right now?

Me: No.  No, you really, really don't.

(83, if you were wondering)

Spouse, after finding what he was looking for, said: I'm buying you a notebook so that you can write this shit down and close the tabs.

Me, after a long pause reflecting on all the notebooks I have everywhere in the house -- the very same ones he complains about but seems to have forgotten -- and seeing an opportunity: Can I have a new pen too?

(because there's never too many notebooks or pens)