Garlic Bread and Boiler Makers

So glad it is Friday, I cannot tell you!! Really didn't get enough sleep last night, but didn't drink too much, so feel alright. Got up at 6, fed the puppies, laid back down, and waited until 6:30. Got up, took my pill and got dressed. Laid back down till 7, took the dogs out. When I came back in, Nick had woken up, so I sat with him for too few minutes, before he went up sto get ready and I had to leave so I knew that I wouldn't be late. Really glad that I don't have to deal with this place for a couple of days--- come on 4:30!! I should get to take a fucking lunch today, too, for once. Starbucks has probably gone under without my patronage.

We had quite a dinner last night. I stopped and got garlic bread on the way to Nick's yesterday and brought my garlic and cheese tortolini, which we combined with a spinach and cheese package he had. Tossed that with the white truffle olive oil, added fresh basil and pepper, some grated parmasean, and had the garlic bread. I made a total pig of myself with the garlic bread--- ate three slices--- didn't even realize it till it was too late. It came up in conversation later on how Nick had two and Christina (who came over whilst waiting for Cyntia to get out of work and then the two of them hung out for a little bit) had one slice, so where did the other three go? I must say, it was a real low for me. Even when he said later on that I was beautiful and that sort of thing, there was no escaping my conduct this week and how fucking ridiculous and out of control I've become. A real fucking low. Maybe just the motivation I need.

We went to the Wind-up last night following two episodes of the American version of Kitchen Nightmares with Gordon Ramsey. Like the British one better, of course, but thrilled to have found the American one again, since they are new episodes and I think that I've seen all of the BBC ones they keep re-running. Wind-up had this jazz band, which for the most part was like several discordant cats having their tails pulled in a less than melodic fashion. Afterwards, however, they played a cd of Dead Kennedy's covers all played on the accordian, surprisingly worked far too well and thrilled Nick to no end.

That film adaptation of Choke comes out today, which I really want to see. The Book Festival is going on in Mount Vernon this weekend, providing it doesn't rain, and there is that Black Kids show at The Ottobar tomorrow. Really the best thing is not being here, so I don't care what, if anything, we do (other than eachother--- oh, that was vulgar.).

I have just gotten a call from one of the places where I applied, and am going out there on Monday when I leave here. I was supposed to go to the dentist and put in to leave early, so I called the dentist and cancelled. Heard from Brandy, who said her boss has been out of the office, but intends on bringing me in for an interview. Hope something comes out of this.

When I leave work today, I have to go home and get myself together and then head over Nick's. I am going to be good, no complaining, no being fat (or talking about it), no being blah and tired, since I'll be able to sleep in tomorrow!!