Am bored. Have spent past week alone in apartment, working and being slightly sick. Slight sickness has severely minimized social life, which was not much in the first place, particularly when most friends are still on vacation. So have spent majority of week alone, emerging from cave-like dwelling only to work or rent DVDs from Sid, the unfriendly Cashwise employee who resembles Francis from “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.” Am positive that he’s judging me every time I rent an old TV show; not sure why this bothers me. Have been working my way through The Sea, The Sea for my GB class – an interesting book, but after 100+ pages of it in one sitting, one cannot help for an extreme change of pace – at least, this one can’t – so a late-80s Bruce Willis TV show becomes, really, the only option. Maybe next time will explain this to Sid, see how he responds.
Other causes to leave apartment have been food and friends, usually mixed together. Like my mind creates themesongs for people and places, it also assigns my friends signature foods or drinks. This week has been a pretty stellar example. Went out to eat with Anna solely for the Big Cookie. Going out for Mexican food tonight with Sabrina, and after learning she once wanted to open a Mexican restaurant, I think this is fitting. Went to Andy’s for Easy Mac, beer, and Star Wars. That, tied with getting Sid to accidentally make eye contact with me, is the social highlight of the week. So you can see how things are going for me.
On my desk sits a cookie-produced fortune which reads: “We all have extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.” Maybe so, but how do I crack this code? I checked the back, all it says is “Beef, Niu-rou,” so that’s no help. Do the lucky numbers mean something? Really, I would love to release this extraordinary whatever, but I just don’t know how to do it. Maybe the answer is in a different cookie.