having not eaten yet, i decided to treat myself to something nice instead of going back home and making one of my tired brunch recipes, so i went to bruegger's and got a toasted onion bagel with salmon and capers. walking home with my lunch, i took a photo of record hog, which i read in the newspapers that they were going to close their doors sometime this month due to lack of business. as much as i hate seeing small local stores go out of business, i wonder what store is going to go in its place? maybe it'll get reconverted back to a condo.
after negotiating some craig's list transactions to buy a used printer and playing around with OS 10.2 (ichat's fun, makes my AIMs look like comics with word balloons), i spent the rest of the early evening in the guest bedroom (because it's one of the warmest rooms in the house, like the bathroom), watching spongebob squarepants and eating ice cream in bed. alex dropped by briefly to pick up my laminated new york city street map for his weekend trip down to the big apple (i would've gone with him, but money's tight at the moment). a woman from waltham called me too, replying to an e-mail i sent in response to a craig's list advertisement about a pair of free desktop printers. we made arrangement for me to pick them up tomorrow afternoon. that call was followed by another call from some telephone company asking me to switch my calling plan. it was a woman speaking chinese, i'd been the victim of ethnic profiled telemarketing. i hate those. it seems sleazy that telephone companies would try to do something like that, figuring that i'd be more responsive to someone speaking chinese versus english. that's entirely not true, my chinese is spotty, especially when it's about calling plans. often times i break back into english and tell them politely i'm not interested. because my last name is "yang," my ethnicity could either be korean or chinese (i've received both kinds, confusing as hell when i pick up and hear somebody talking korean to me), and when they speak chinese, it could either be mandarin or cantonese, they can't tell (i only know mandarin). what's worse is they're so persistent: even after i said no, she was still yammering away. i wish i could swear better in chinese, i'd really let them have it.
i then fell asleep, waking up when i got too hungry. i ate my leftover beef barley soup failure, reheating it in the microwave, catching the celtics beating the pacers on television, followed by yao ming and the houston rockets defeating shaq and the lakers. an hour after my meal, it had an adverse effect in my stomach - i think that food was bad (actually, i know it was bad now).