for lunch, i went with carrie and amanda to this little hidden deli adjacent to the health and fitness club (we call it a "gym") she used to be a member of. i had the mit munchee, a combination of roast beef, mayo, mustard, sprouts, and onions. not a bad sandwich, i just might have it again. my taste buds yearned for something spicy though, like peppers or kimchee. it was just not meant to be. maybe tomorrow i will venture to kendall's house of pizza and get a chicken parmigiana with hot peppers, just like the ones i use to eat at ottimo's, back when i worked on broad street in boston.
carrie also got me to agree to look after her cats while she's gone during the thanksgiving weekend. i have never catsat before, so it's going to be a new experience for me. my job is to visit her house twice a day (a mere 0.9 miles from where i live) and make sure her pets have enough food and water. sounds easy enough! true, i'm a dog person, but i like all animals.
 touchy office manager |
 still managing to smile |
 big hair |
in the after hours of my work life i was accompanied by dan upstairs, who was here late making up for the days he took off last week to be with his pregnant wife. he went and bought a small chicken colorado burrito for me from boca grande. i had that, drank nothing but water (to curb my cough from turning into full blown disease with much worse symptoms) and a cup of coffee (i was starting to feel sleepy, my waning stamina called for a chemical boost), ate my remaining jelly beans (the bad flavors nobody wanted), consumed fistfuls of salty sunflower seeds (dan: "aren't those bad for you?", me: "we all have all our vices"), and listened to my cd's: stereo mc's, tears for fears, texas, + call and response.