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JUL 24 2003 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
JUL 24 2003
i woke up this morning feeling a little bit empty and not just because i was hungry. i got up early for no good reason, despite having gone to bed late again last night. maybe i'm trying to set a new sleep deprivation record. i made an egg omelette with some onions, italian cheese, and some ham that andrew had bought a while back, now seriously reaching the point of no return. after i finished eating, i waited for the onset of food poisoning to take place, but it never occured.
today i was helping brooke, a friend of elias' up in vermont, do some minor html work for her website. when i wasn't doing that, i was calling bob my mortgage consultant, trying to see if i could secure my interest rate, despite it being so high now. he told me to wait it out some more, since the treasury bond market has been dipping in recent days, and mortgage rates usually mirror the treasury rates.
alex came by around 2pm, said he wasn't going out to dinner tonight despite it being his birthday, and handed me a letter from a credit collection agency with a large sum of overdue money he says he doesn't owe.
we went to the taiwan cafe. i've been there a few times, and never really gave it much thought, but the food there is actually very good, i did the ordering since i was more familiar with taiwanese cuisine than alex: chinese watercress, smelly tofu with chinese kim chee, and spicy fried calamari. i didn't really care if alex liked it or not, i pretty much ordered my own personal favorites.
after dinner (i of course paid, since it was alex's birthday), we wandered around chinatown a little bit, went by the tufts medical school (all the new buildings!), and over the mass turnpike bridge towards the south end.
alex went back home while i stayed behind, meeting dan and mike at the boston common theatre to watch pirates of the caribbean. there's a large heating exhaust grate close by the theatre, often blowing people's shirts or skirts up in the air. an attractive blonde talking on a cellphone wearing a short skirt walked by me, in the direction of said grate. directly in front of me i saw a father pause with his young son then turn his head to watch the ensuing hot air peekaboo. i didn't bother looking back but i was tempted. behind me i heard a woman shrieking. "best view in boston," i thought to myself. after the movie, i took the t back home, scribbling in my commuting notebook. i thought it'd be a great idea to ride the subway all day, using the air conditioned comfort of underground public transportation to get some writing done and maybe listen to some good music. perhaps look for that adventure in the near future.
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