Thursday, February 12, 2004

There's nothing I love more about my job than delivery day. Sure, it involves a lot of heavy, awkward lifting, but I get to drive the Pix van. I get a lot of respect in that van. It's a big van. And I get to hang out with the cute dyke who works at Pasta Works and sells cheese. Today they sent me to the bank and to Provista, a wholesale gourmet food warehouse up in NW. Is there anything more satisfying than hauling 44 pounds of fancy German chocolate? No, there is not.

I'm getting more excited about going to merry old England and jolly old NYC.

If Lindsay and I move out of this house, I don't know what will become of my identity.

John called last night and left a message while I was at work. I called back a little later but his housemate said that he had "stepped out for a bit." What does that mean? I think that it's code for "he doesn't want to talk to you." Maybe he just stepped out for a bit BECAUSE he doesn't want to talk to me.

I have tonight off so I must do something exciting. I think I'll go see Bubba Ho-Tep. Is that really exciting? Not really. Maybe I should go out. But I don't feel like drinking so much. What can one do besides drinking or seeing a movie or both? Board games?

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