Friday

You say you stand by your Ma.
San Francisco, California - April 2005

Ah... Friday. That pretty much says it all. After a week like this one, a week in which in the dizzying high points were when people told me they didn't know what the words "DUMMY TEXT--TO BE REMOVED 4/22/05" that they found in a document meant, and a week when a coworker told me that the word "inclusive" is wrong--that I should use "includive" instead, I'm applauding myself for the small victory of making it this far, making it through the week with a job. I sort of figure that if you need more than two hands to count the number of times in a week in which you almost dropped your resignation on your boss's desk, something's not right.

In the past, I'd have taken all this, and headed out straight after work to cram all the Guinness and gin I could into myself on the way to some murky, gelatinous, pressure-treated burrito, or to the delicious dishwater at Katz's. Maybe I'd check out some music before being woken up by a bus driver, as he got off his shift, telling me how to get home from the Gun Hill depot.

Tonight, though, I think, I'll try to duck out of here early, rent something funny and mindless (suggestions?), make some pasta sauce, and wake up early tomorrow evening. How times have changed.

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By popular demand, I've brought back some old favorites and immortalized them in the Sidebar's "Good Eats!" section. Enjoy.