There's a fly in the display case. This is not good for business as the display case holds the pastries and various other edible items. Bekki wanted to use her vinegar trick, which involves a cup with a hole in the cap and about an inch of vinegar in the bottom. The fly enjoys the smell and flies in but can't find its way out, eventually dying of starvation and asphyxiation.
I am currently eating a sandwich in a very strategic way. See, a customer could walk in at any point. It'd be awkward for my mouth to be full of bread and ham, so my bites are either tiny, or huge (in which case I chew as fast as I can). I bought the sandwich on my way here.. two hours ago. It's not and its peak of deliciousness was reached about five minutes after I ordered it. The accompanying cream soda is in the fridge and shouldn't have lost any of its kick.
Murder By Death is playing on the stereo through a cord that is connected to my computer. "Murder By Death" is what my shirt says. I didn't have time to change any clothing from the waist down before work, but a new shirt is basically a new outfit (unfortunately only in appearance and not in smell).
Nick Wallin is having people over tonight. He graduated from Pratt. Funny I should be attending this graduation, seeing as I last saw him when we graduated 8th grade. Well, I saw him one time since, which was at a party somewhere on Milwaukee Avenue, near Kimball, I think. He was shorter than I had anticipated and we didn't talk for more than a minute or two. Come to think of it, I think he and his friends were doing what me and my friends were doing: at a party standing around. Come to think of it, I don't really see the point. Okay, okay, maybe I'm looking into this a little too much. You go to a party to be around other people. Some people dance, some people chug beers, and some people hold up the walls-- why did I go? The walls were sturdy enough and my friends aren't very social outside of the circle we're in. Or maybe that's just me. There were other aspects, too, that I tend to forget nowadays, like "maybe I'll get lucky!"
So that's my night.
Last night, after 9 hours of work, I took a nap. The evening was supposed to include drunkenness with Matsuo, Woj and Dave. Juan backed out and Earl didn't get back to Chicago at a reasonable hour. Girlfriendo lost her stomachin the south loop and required my services. Cristina ended up getting her onto the Brown Line and I arrived at Girlfriendo's apartment at the same time they did. It wasn't pretty. When she finished puking, we straightened things out. Turns out there was a logical explanation. Things should be back to where they should be. So there's that. All the commotion put the final touches on a gathering of the... well, of me, Matsuo, Woj and them-- "we didn't hang out" is what I'm trying to say.
What else... I've been averaging two Arizona Arnold Palmer(the one made with green tea)s per day. That's impressive and disgusting all at once. Also, I buy a bottle of Pepsi Throwback every time I get a chance. I now have two open bottles in my refrigerator, one of which is flat. I've also been primarily eating burritos for the past couple of days. My car is still over-flowing with the left-overs from mt move. There are valuable records sitting in my car that have probably become warped due to the heat.
No comments:
Post a Comment