steve came to town this weekend for a show he was playing in last night. i was a bad friend because i didn’t go to the show but a good friend because on saturday night i wondered the mission with him and drank whiskey. good friend/bad friend and insanely stupid because yesterday morning, after the whole mission/whiskey thing, i decided that we should get bad chinese food. steve wasn’t even hungry and i was being straight-up insane and bought like three things plus rice at this ridiculous chinese restaurant by my house called “pungab” (nonsense but true). well this is a boring story but the upshot is that i am swimming in terrible chinese food and i ate some for breakfast and feel like i am going to die. it’s only 8am. i think i should just throw it away. i know this is an obvious thing to say but i really hate eating food that makes me feel ill. i should have had a smoothie. i should buy more smoothie ingredients. i wish i could puke up the chinese food and have a smoothie instead. i have this feeling that if i had time machine technology i would mainly be using it to go back in time and not eat something gross.
blah. time changes are weird. i don’t have to be at work for a whole hour. i guess i’ll eat an orange and take some vitamins.
