during our late afternoon project meeting, eliza had baked some birthday cookies (oatmeal & chocolate) for amanda, stacked neatly on a plate along with a single birthday candle (which i wasn't allowed to light when i revealed my slight bout of pyromania).
after work dan and i (along with brian) took john miller out to the north end for dinner, since he's leaving boston on wednesday. we went to l'osteria, and miraculously dan and i were able to find the place with pinpoint precision just by wandering around the dark streets. i had the linguini with mussels in white sauce. john had the lobster ravioli, and i forgot what dan and brian had. i didn't think i could finish my meal, so i was surprised when my plate became empty, a mountain of empty mussel shells in the discard bowl. afterwards we got some pastries from one of the many local italian pastry shops. i got a small tiramisu cup for $3. i felt my arteries clogging.
i got dropped off at charles/mgh, where i made it home and drove to their apartment to watch wet hot american summer, a movie john had rented. a weird movie, full of inappropriate laughs. i'd wanted to see it when it first came out in theatres but it went off the big screen before i could catch it.
i feel anxious for some reason. leg pains combined with trying to plan out a schedule for work tomorrow is making me edgy. will i have weird dreams tonight since i ate a big italian dinner? how about shoving a tiramisu into my mouth afterwards? i also started having this cough late yesterday, and now it feels like its starting to build up, i'm constantly clearing my throat and coughing. all i want to do is go take a shower, go to bed and do some reading before i pass out and wake up to go back to work tomorrow. february's just about to be over. i need time to stand still for a little bit, so i can catch up to whatever it is i've been missing. you know it's going to be a bad week when i'm already philosophizing on a monday.