Life is good until you run out of pizza rolls 2002-10-26 - 10:47 a.m.
I can hardly think of a better start to a Saturday morning than finding an extra pizza roll in the box. Sixteen spicy pepperoni pizza rolls. Life does pretend to be good sometimes.
Speaking of the good life, I had a very peculiar dream. I was sitting in a restaurant by myself (*sigh*) and I was eating minestrone soup. I went looking in my wallet for a five dollar bill to pay for it, and I couldn't find any, because there were too many hundred dollar bills in the way. Anyone skilled in the art of dream interpretation is welcome to tell me what this means. Now, I'm usually not very good at remembering my dreams, but I think dreaming about looking for $5 and finding $500 is fairly memorable.
Anyway, I have to work this afternoon. Grr. I can't even watch football on TV. The evilness that is a world that teases you into contentment with an extra pizza roll and then punishes you for complacency by making you help old men find the perfect Mr. Rogers-esque sweater for four hours on a Saturday afternoon during college football season. Boo.
Well, I must finish my pizza rolls and continue working myself into a suitably evil mood for work. :)