eskatological volumes

3.13.2002

 
21:11

i'm not sure if posting this is gonna delete my 3/12 post or not. it doesn't show it once i'm logged in to blogger...ah well.
um so i emailed the guy i talked to at hmc (to make sure he got my resume and had forwarded it on) and he confirmed that he'd got my email/resume and had sent it on to donna. *sigh* so now i have to wait for donna to get off her ass, call me, and make an appointment while praying that this happens before union planter's calls me back. ... so i wait
julie came by today; patty griffen tix went on sale and you could only buy them at the venue. and only with cash. but anyway we got those and then ate at rio bravo. after sitting there for 7-10 mins with no one having come by our table for drinks/chips/nada i remembered that i'd said i never wanted to eat there again. but, supposedly we were in no rush so it was no big deal. dude finally comes over and says he'll be with us in a bit. much more time passes and he finally comes by and takes our orders. seems like it takes a damn good while to get the food out (for 2.30pm anyway) and some other bloke brings our food. our server comes back out a bit later and apologizes and says he'll take one of the items off the ticket for us...which surprised me since that kinda service is par for the course at rio bravo. anyway, we went started back home and julie wanted to run by this store in the mall to check on some dress for trish for the wedding, and i'd thought about going to baraka also, but since the service had been so slow julie wasn't going to have time to get to her yoga class at 5. ...decisions, decisions... so i skipped on baraka, and she skipped on yoga. so we pranced about the mall for a good bit, and came back home to watch buffy. buffy's always better with julie. then she went home to do homework or some such. *psh*

oh, i actually bought some fruit. *hangs head in shame* i ate some grapes last night and within 30 mins i could feel the power in bowels already. kinda scary, since i'm suppose to subsist on this shit for the better part of my meals.

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