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Dec. 7th, 2006 12:45 amThe past two nights, the free dinner at work has been extremely underwhelming, in both enjoyment of eating, but also the digestion later. I was all ready to start bringing my own food to work, but tonight they are serving greek food and I have been won back with the seared meats and vegetables. I love 'salads' that are primarily diced tomatoes and cheese (and in this case, also cucumbers and olives). My diet in general has been weird and not so great. On Monday I went to Trader Joe's and spent a hundred dollars on food for the house for the month and then went through the drive-thru of McDonald's on the way home for lunch.
I always know when I'm in a better mood when I unconsciously break into song. Today I was walking down the hall, back towards me desk, and suddenly was singing "I was a lover, before this war" in the same falsetto and rather than catch myself and look around to see if anyone heard me, I caught myself and thought, damn, I wish they had that song at karaoke bars.
I've been engaging in a bit of retail therapy this week -- in addition to the new coffeemaker, I also bought a featherbed. I've always wanted one of these every since I stayed in a hotel in Lucerne, Switzerland, and was utterly perplexed by it, as my sixteen year old southern american self had no idea what it was and whether I was supposed to sleep on top of it or under it. I might have done both. Either way, I remember it was an amazing night of sleep. In my studio apartment years later, I spent the winter sleeping between two comforters, one below and one above, and even though neither one was down-filled, it still felt luxurious and warm. This new purchase is not in lieu of a new mattress, but in anticipation of such, though it will certainly help the nights of sleep before the shopping can happen. (And yes, Amazon does sell mattresses, but they are from third-party vendors and not eligible for free delivery. I wouldn't really buy a mattress I hadn't tried out....but I had to look.)
I was writing last week but not as much this week and I partially blame the copy job in Evanston that I was contemplating quitting except the couple hundred bucks a month is nice, it affords me such luxuries as featherbeds and candles and wine while still paying off credit cards, plus my contact e-mailed me earlier in the week to say they weren't expecting full shipments this month or next month because of the holidays.
I've had the same picture on my cellphone for over a year -- the open highway taken from the vantage point of the steering wheel when I drove down to New Orleans. Today I changed it to a picture of the Chicago river and skyline that makes me cry a little thought I can't quite figure out why.
This entry is a little all over the place.
I always know when I'm in a better mood when I unconsciously break into song. Today I was walking down the hall, back towards me desk, and suddenly was singing "I was a lover, before this war" in the same falsetto and rather than catch myself and look around to see if anyone heard me, I caught myself and thought, damn, I wish they had that song at karaoke bars.
I've been engaging in a bit of retail therapy this week -- in addition to the new coffeemaker, I also bought a featherbed. I've always wanted one of these every since I stayed in a hotel in Lucerne, Switzerland, and was utterly perplexed by it, as my sixteen year old southern american self had no idea what it was and whether I was supposed to sleep on top of it or under it. I might have done both. Either way, I remember it was an amazing night of sleep. In my studio apartment years later, I spent the winter sleeping between two comforters, one below and one above, and even though neither one was down-filled, it still felt luxurious and warm. This new purchase is not in lieu of a new mattress, but in anticipation of such, though it will certainly help the nights of sleep before the shopping can happen. (And yes, Amazon does sell mattresses, but they are from third-party vendors and not eligible for free delivery. I wouldn't really buy a mattress I hadn't tried out....but I had to look.)
I was writing last week but not as much this week and I partially blame the copy job in Evanston that I was contemplating quitting except the couple hundred bucks a month is nice, it affords me such luxuries as featherbeds and candles and wine while still paying off credit cards, plus my contact e-mailed me earlier in the week to say they weren't expecting full shipments this month or next month because of the holidays.
I've had the same picture on my cellphone for over a year -- the open highway taken from the vantage point of the steering wheel when I drove down to New Orleans. Today I changed it to a picture of the Chicago river and skyline that makes me cry a little thought I can't quite figure out why.
This entry is a little all over the place.
