Super Tuesday

Wow, talk about uncommitted, huh? I just saw my last post about trying to blog more consistently (and that one was in late September, so what, six months later?), and I even say that I'm gonna go as far as finding three beautiful things to write about. So hell, I'll give it a try.

Numero Uno: I got a salad from Dux on the UofO campus. It was a Chicken Cesear salad and it looked delicious, but I didn't have the stomach for it at the time, so I took it home. And then here comes Heidi, and she suggests we make sandwiches, so we do and then she drops this bomb: she says, "Let's put the salad on the sandwich!" The next ten minutes were spent in a delirious, food-driven haze as I munched down on the best ham sandwich (with salad) I've ever had.

2 - Aaron and I decided to take a break today (tonight, rather... right before we got the salad, so we were all teary-eyed and red-faced still... or at least I was). Things have been a bit off as time sweeps us up and shakes us loose, and as a two-person tag-team, we were getting a bit unbalanced and so we're trying this break thing. So I guess that's not beautiful, I know... But aha! I now dedicate the next three weeks to finding suitable work (Taco Bell is right down the road, and they're ALWAYS hiring). And you know what's beautiful about that? Free bean burritos.

3. Heidi really unleashed herself tonight in my room. She's been complaining all week about being gassy, and damn that bitch wasn't LYING. I figured the fan would help, but all it did was help the wretched air circulate into every nook and cranny of my bedroom. So then I tried incense I got from the dollar store, and that really seemed to do the trick. Seriously, if you ever wanna get rid of an awful smell by replacing it with an equally awful smell that is slightly more tolerable, then go the dollar store way.

Goodnight, guys. I'm hitting the sack. It's been a slow, really long day, and my futon is calling my name.