November 18, 2003 :: 12:22 a.m.
anniversary goodness and chocolatey badness
Oh dear. I'm feeling terrible at the moment, due to a sudden increase of food consumption. I've been on sort of a diet for a while, and it's going really well - I feel a lot better, and it's actually working. But today was Adam and I's 3-year anniversary, and we went out for dinner at Passage to India. I love that place - the alu mutter is my favorite thing. And naan. Mmm. I wasn't worrying about the diet thing tonight, because it was a special occasion and all. Dinner in and of itself wasn't bad, food-wise, but the influx of junk that followed has left me feeling like crap warmed over. There were very bad candy bars. And when I say "very bad," I do not mean in that way where they're bad for my diet. I mean that they completely sucked and I will never touch them again in my life. They were the new Tollhouse candy bars, chocolate chip cookie and brownie varieties. Do not try these. Save yourself the heartache and just gnaw on a stick dipped in chocolate.
And there were Hershey's Kisses, and cashew caramel things, and erg... everything was bad. I haven't felt this shitty in quite some time, and believe you me when I say that I'm hopping back on the healthy eating train tomorrow morning. Happily. Eagerly. Possibly with bells on.
Aside from the massive stomachache that I now have, our anniversary evening was really nice. Dinner was delicious, and Passage to India has such a great atmosphere. And lots of vegetarian options, also, which I heartily appreciate. We had planned to go to Candy Lane afterward for funnel cake and reindeer, but it turns out that Candy Lane isn't open a whole lot yet. So we settled on a night of SSX or possibly rental movies, neither of which panned out. There are only two Blockbusters in the area that have SSX. Each store only has one copy. Both copies were sold out. Frustration ensued. And we couldn't really pick a movie to rent, so we ended up just heading back to his house for much snuggling under the Snoopy blanket that I made for him. (Pictures to come when I clear some storage space.) (Of the blanket, not of the snuggling.)
We exchanged presents earlier this afternoon - I got him the set of Homestar Runner figurines and I made him the aforementioned Snoopy blanket. He got me... a papasan chair! It's awesome. I'm so excited to curl up in it with tea and read or watch TV and stuff. I've wanted one for ages. And the one he got me is RED. Perfecto. I'm going to rearrange my entire bedroom around it, in fact, because it needs more space than is currently allotted for it. Also, it's being covered by a sheet while I'm not home because otherwise Tango will shed half her weight in fur all over it, rendering my beautiful pom-pom chair (as we call it) unusable. She's a lean, mean shedding machine that way. Or a fluffity, puffity shedding machine, rather.
Ugh. I'm so tired... so tired. I get to sleep over at Adam's tomorrow night, which is fabulous. I don't work, he doesn't have class... we both have homework, but that's no big. Mmm, excitement.
Ben Franklin Crafts called me today about the application that I dropped off there about a month and a half ago. Bastards. How come people only want to hire me when I already have a job?
Casting aluminum tomorrow in class, sleepover at Adam's tomorrow night, new Angel on Wednesday, new Tru Calling on Thursday, class Thursday night, new Joan of Arcadia on Friday, paycheck on Friday, Rufus concert Friday night at 8, blissful nothing on Saturday, work on Sunday. My life is a full and varied tapestry. I don't really watch much TV, but I'm quite serious about what I do tune in for. I have nothing to hand in as of yet for Creative Writing... oh, crap. I need to hit the library tomorrow after 3D. I just remembered that I have a tech term due on Thursday. And I gave all my change to the Salvation Army bell-ringer outside of Karns, so I have no change for the copier. Fabulous. I am in dire need of my paycheck, over a third of which will be transferred directly from my hot little hands into Adam's larger but still hot hands. I think I hate borrowing money so much because I really hate having to pay it back. Yeah, that made sense.
Anyway. I'm so excited about Rufus that I may wet myself. More than once, even. First person to deliver a package of Depends wins the prize.
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