I got spam today from Victoria's Secret about "Select Velour Essentials!" I have to honestly say that if I were to do a venn diagram with a category "velour" and a category "essential" I'm 100% positive that I would find no overlap.
Sleep in a little, but not too much.
Meet a friend for an easy 6 mile run.
Hit the gym for upper body and stretching.
Meet a friend for a leisurely chat over coffee.
Back to the gym to finish stretching and revel in the newly renovated wet area.
Browse in a gourmet food shop for a while.
Home to read a good book, dork out on WOW, and watch some Monk. Eat some HD Vanilla Swiss Almond.
In bed by 9:30.
I don't know what's up with me lately, my mental state of
late has been so unpredictable. My dating life is a rollercoaster,
mainly because there is someone things are developing with, but because I'm a
huge chicken with intimacy problems, the experience is alternately very
traumatic and very exciting. And sometimes just baffling. And then of course there's someone who's very interested, but who I've ruled out and miss having as a friend. I'm tired of losing friends.
But, aaaaaaaaaanyway, I just remembered that when I thought about writing a
blog post yesterday, I hadn't intended to write about my knickers or their bunchy-ness
at ALL. I had intended to write about the lovely and accommodating folks at East Coast Grill Monday night. I'm allergic to oysters, along with pistachios, dust, cats, trees, grass, shoes, and life in general. I am not, however, allergic to any other kind of mollusk other than oysters, so I'm free to indulge my love of the thai mussel appetizer from ECG.
My dinner partner ordered oysters as an appetizer, and when they brought it out and set it in front of me instead of her she mentioned that I was allergic. Apparently this activated the ECG "Keep Patron Alive" alarm, because they immediately followed up with a visit from the chef who told me that mussels are also mollusks. Yes, I know. Yes, I know it's weird to have such a specific allergy to oysters. Yes, I am grateful that allows me to eat delicious things that you also like, such as your mussels.
Did the concern end with the educational segment though? No sir, it did not. When the waiter delivered our entrees there was a little yellow card with it. I saw on top the header "I'm allergic to oysters!" and immediately looked for the dotted line on which they expected me to sign my life away before allowing me to continue. Was there any such thing? Nope, it just said "Please wash all utensils before using them with my dish. Please clean the grill before preparing my food. Please wipe dishes before serving my food. Please wipe my ass before I leave the washroom." And so on. It was basically a list of preparation demands that they'd made on my behalf. I thought that was pretty cool.
So it's 2008 huh? I'm not quite sure what to make of that because my brain keeps telling me 2000 was yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, dammit. This has been a rollercoaster of a year with exciting things, disappointing things, good friends, bad friends, stressful things, fun things, red fish, blue fish. Although I'm orders of magnitude more happy than I was at the beginning of 2007, it's still all been rather befuddling, so I'm pleased to be moving on. Even if my brain thinks I'm moving on to 2001.
My plans for the coming year involve some interesting prospects, such as tricking some poor med school into letting me pretend I'm a doctor, traveling to warm places where I can be half naked while stalking fish and coral, running farther than I'd strictly like, and quite possibly growing up just a tad, although I wouldn't hold my breath on that one.
On that note, here's Jesus welcoming us all to a very fulfilling new year, and reminding us that God is indeed everywhere: