I’m currently the high bidder on eBay for a package of 48 Cadbury Creme Eggs. Despite being only a seasonal thing, Cadbury Creme Eggs are my all time favorite candy. I’m sick today and I don’t really like the thought of food, but I have an inexplicable desire to eat at least 9 or 10 Cadbury Eggs. Maybe I’m pregnant?
Either way, I spent some time looking for Cadbury Eggs, they’re sold out for the 2008 season in most places, and they’re also not yet on the shelves anywhere. Which is why I turned to eBay. I know I won’t be able to satisfy my urge today, but what’s really important for some reason is just knowing that they’re on their way. I really hope I win.
This is the best thing to have at 4 o’clock on a Tuesday.
I really like the way the new Hardly Working turned out.
I think you should always ask yourself, “If I was 8, would I hesitate to do this?
Great advice.
For the next week I will be wearing the above facial hair (A Hitler mustache, and neck beard.) A few weeks ago I bet Kunal that the Yankees would make the post season. Each of us would grow facial hair for two weeks, and then the winner got to dictate how the loser shaved. The Yankees aren’t officially out, but I want to get this over with now.
Luckily, I don’t grow facial hair very thick, so it’s pretty subtle. Although it might be worse to have a creepy, wispy neck beard. Admittedly, I left my mustache pretty wide. But Kunal has already called me on it so I’m going to have to shave closer tonight. I wonder how Derek Jeter would feel if I told him about this.
To save money on lunches this week I went shopping at The Food Emporium this morning, and to reward myself for being so frugal I thought I’d buy myself a donut. I used the self checkout and when it came time to scan my donut I pressed the button indicating the food had no barcode. I couldn’t find donuts anywhere on the menu. I went back and tried again. I looked all over the place. I took too long so the machine said “Please wait for an attendant.” Which I did. When I looked around and so no attendant in sight I cancelled the donut, paid for everything else, and left. But I stole the donut.
I thought about it on my walk to work, after all that I did trying to pay for the donut, I think I was entitled to having a free donut. I mean it was only 79 cents. Plus it wasn’t even that good. PLUS I gave half of it to Jeff Rosenberg. So anyway- if you’re reading my blog, God, just comment or whatever and I’ll go back and pay for it.
I just got back from Hawaii. Not surprisingly it was really awesome. I put some photos on flickr and I wanted to post one here so you can appreciate the saddest flight name I’ve ever been on. My first plane home yesterday was Delta Flight #6194 Honolulu to Minneapolis.
Back in May I moved from Brooklyn, where I had two roommates (Streeter and Sharon) to Manhattan, where I’m living by myself in a studio apartment. All in all, I’m really happy with my move. I like being close to work, and I like the privacy and coziness of my own apartment. There is one thing though that I’ve realized: no matter how happy you feel, everything you do in a studio apartment seems sad. This is especially true with cooking.
For instance, I had to stop making tuna sandwiches for dinner because squeezing fishy water out of a can all alone in an apartment just felt really pathetic. Even if I’m having a great time mushing mayonnaise and tuna together in a large bowl, it just seems really lonely somehow. Placing a solitary piece of cheddar cheese on a roll doesn’t help.
However, I do think I need to get over this false impression of sadness. In a way, avoiding meals like tuna is causing me to make even more depressing food choices… Like tonight, I just finished a dinner of cold, leftover Thai takeout and Cheez-Its.
It seems like every year around this time I start having nightmares about school. This is especially weird now since I haven’t been a regular college student for two years. Yet it’s always the same kind of dream- I’m in a huge school building for the first time, and I have no idea what my schedule is or where I’m supposed to be. Someone tells me I’m supposed to be in some kind of science lab class and that I’m late. Once I’m in the class the teacher always asks for a homework assignment I didn’t complete, a giant science packet. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what this dream means. I was a terrible student, and even worse when it came to science and math classes. Somehow, I was so traumatized by them that I’ve developed an irrational fear that I’ll have to return to them every year just after Labor Day.
One thing I’m thankful for is that whereas I used to cheer myself up after these dreams by saying “Don’t worry, school hasn’t started yet. You’ll finish that giant science packet on time!” I now can cheer myself up by saying “Don’t worry, you’ll never have to work on a giant science packet again. Now get out of bed and go work here.”
