The cuddly wuddly meat man and I are reunited and you can tell it feels so nice. Soft cotton sheets, body hair, a little TMBG on the computer speakers. Life rocks! The two of us slept like retarded twins in the womb late into the morning and then rose, enjoyed army-style hose-downs, and then headed out into the construction dust because Bob had not been with a burrito in quite some time. His gaping burrito-shaped hole needed filling, so we got into the peak lunch queue at Birdmeato and waited nine LONG minutes to reach the part of the line where the teenager behind the counter tells you they'll be with you in a minute. With beans, meat, and tortillas beginning the long journey to the toilet, we were prepared to face our respective days and for that I am grateful.
I went to the Caffeine Dealer and immediately bumped into Kristin and Asaf. Close readers will note that Kristin is not in Canada and that Asaf obviously isn't, either. Asaf was off to put out some improv fire or other, so he gave me a bristly peck on the cheek and headed out. I shared a table with Kristin for three hours and we spoke fewer than twenty words, as per my promise that I would not bother her while she drank in the scintillating training module she had to complete for her work. I regretted putting down so much burrito that I couldn't handle a tasty cucumber salad.
Yoga was calling my name so I attended a 4:30 hatha class and was duly informed by the instructor that my mat was too slippery. Indeed, as she told me this, I had just been thinking to myself, "It's time to replace my yoga mat." How's that for mind-body connection?
I've written 4300 words of my Catholic school dad-marrying novel and so far, it's been okay. The reader knows what's about to happen so it's all just build up until it happens. How does a high school girl marry her dead friend's dad? Well, I'm GETTING THERE, okay!?!?!
More pasta for dinner. Must go grocery shopping. Target. Aug 11 is the busiest day of my year for some reason. Our first anniversary is Monday, so you have exactly three days to get that wedding present in on time. :)
SATURDAY!
FINAL BOYS OF SUMMER
featuring recent iO grad and wiry keyboard hero
JUAN RATLIFF
8pm
Hideout
WILL! SELL! OUT!