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My dinner was marred somewhat by an unattended TV at the Thai place we went to. Dirty jobs was on and if you think that show doesn’t pair well with dinner, try watching the episode where they castrate a horse. Fucking christ, I tried to tell the waitress, but she chose not to hear me. I nearly caused some property damage. 

Walking back to my car I stroll by a restaurant patio. As I looked up at the patrons I noticed Fabio, the poster boy for Sagitarrius illustrations, looking right at me as if to say, “I know you’re going to laugh at me.” Despite my almost invariabld deadpan, I laughed immediately and hard. The non-butter non-believer grimmaced and shook his head. It’s not every day that you get to bum out Fabio.

Cereal Party

My sink is full of dirty bowls and no plates. I can’t explain it, but lately all I’ve wanted to eat is cereal. I had a three day cereal weekend and it was so much better than all those BBQ’s I blew off. I need to find a secret hiding place in the office.