Wednesday, July 24, 2002
The phone didn't call in sick. |5:24 PM|
The people at the seminar next to my office reek of Lasanga. A big group of them passed me in the hall, and I would have screamed "LASANGA!" in terror but my brain had already shut down. I'm just happy I didn't retch.
I'm officially out of "good" food. I no longer have the components to create actual, honest to God meals, and I'm having to resort to pasta. Yeah, I know, this is so damned vital.
I'm thinking about taking up a martial art, since I should have some excess cash in 3 weeks or so. Assuming I get the night job. Knife fighting, anyone?
Everything seems to be a chore. Not in a bad way, but I really need something to break my current routines. I'm just breathing and living again. Having visitors made me a host. Now I'm just a guy without a plan.
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