early tuesday morning.

C got officially laid off yesterday so it's time to batten down the hatches I suppose, for the shit-storm of poorness that is surely coming to our household. Sigh.

Anyway, to add insult to injury he got stuck in the airport while dropping off his shit, so I decided to cook him dinner to make him feel better. I had a very elaborate menu planned; pork tenderloin, delicious salad, rice etc. but in the end I scrapped it and went with the following:

• pizza-dillas
• beer
• ice cream

...which seemed to make him feel better. Probably way more than pork tenderloin would have.

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Recently I went into the bathroom and on the way into the stall I swiped a catering menu from a local restaurant that was just sitting on the little table outside the stall. SIDE NOTE: WHY is there a table and chairs in the bathroom? The bathroom is not a parlor. Anyway, I figured no one else was in the bathroom so someone had left it but SOMEONE WAS.

So anyway, I felt really guilty about taking their menu to read in the stall, so I stayed put while they washed their hands and such and listened to them shuffle around looking for their menu.