It started off at Haza’s house with a relaxed breakfast of brown bread banana sandwich and lemon-orange pekoe tea, a brief stint on facebook, moving my car and desperately trying to avoid telling a sweet old man that no, i would really prefer not to participate in your baptist mass. After I dropped Haza off at work, I went home and had to tell the birthday girl that I can’t go out with her after all because I think I have a cold (and maybe a hangover). Then I wanted to die. After about an hour or so, I was cured. But I still felt the need to nap, and around 7:00 p.m. I woke up to cook dinner for the family again.
I made some homemade burgers, served with crinkle cut chips, salad, and left over mash potatoes from the last dinner I made. The family liked it. To burn off some calories, I proceeded to unpack my overnight bag from last night and re-organise my room a little bit. All the while, watching an episode of Heroes and drooling over Milo Ventimiglia. And then I discovered this, and decided that maybe it was time for me to go bed so that I could get up early today and cancel my Bartender interview. Now, I just hope I’m not jumping the gun by cancelling this interview. I mean sure, I’m starting a new job on Tuesday (and once I confirm that this is for real I will reveal my new position then) but it really just seems too good to be true. So for now, we’ll just have to see.
p.s. I still constantly miss you… and I can’t wait to see you again.