Friday, April 20, 2007

G-B-U

The Good: Bridgeport Buffalo pizza, delivered to my desk and reheated to perfection.  The prior night’s chicken parm pizza was no slouch; Kel and I finished it off without a second thought, until I guess I was overwhelmed by the thought, Oh god is there no more pizza?  But there was more, the Buffalo Bridgeport, which we engaged last night.  The ‘za was the same size but I could barely get through two and a half pieces.  It was the ranch dressing and taco chips.  It seems wrong exactly because it is so right.  And more to the good, thanks to my dear friends who sent me said pizza as a general token of goodwill toward the entire universe, which I somehow intercepted and got to be a beneficiary of.  Is it still good if I end with a preposition?  I say, this time, yes.  Because the pizza was just. that. good.  WITH.  Ha.

The Bad: I lost both my writing notebook and my memobook on the same freaking day earlier this week.  So, along with being totally slammed with work and home projects, I also have a good excuse for not posting: I’m petulant because I lost two completed handwritten essays plus lots of silly and important notes.  I am sulking, literarily.  Lucky for me I have plenty more of the cool cahiers memobooks so at least it’s a silver lining that I get to start a new one. I just discovered recently that the pages in the back are perforated – but not the ones in front.  So cool! 

The Ugly: I just got my cholesterol checked and it’s higher than it’s ever been in my life or anybody else’s.  Really, it’s sort of ridiculous.  So it’s back on the drugs for daniel, and we’ll see if I have any weird muscle cramping or liver dysfunction or exploding eyeballs this time.  But just to be on the safe side, maybe we’d all better put on protective goggles.  And I’m going to finish that pizza tonight and then go back to eating lichens and burlap.  It’s time to clean house and I’m starting with the coronary arteries.  326 is a hall of fame batting average, not a cholesterol count. 

Addendum: yes, I looked for the memobook.  I left the writing journal on a BART train, I wrote that one off as unrecoverable – but the memo book should be somewhere in the house.  The place is reasonably tidy now, I should be able to find it… maybe it’ll turn up when I next do laundry.  I need to re-check all the clothes in the hamper, I guess.  HOWEVER, I did get back to my desk after the commission meeting today to find an email and voice message from “donotreply” at BART: they found my journal and I just need to go to Oakland-12th street to reclaim it.  Plus, Netflix just delivered my copy of Zardoz.  Yeah, I think April 20 might work out to be okay after all. 

Yeeeeouch on cholesterol!  My Dan is also on drugs for the same problem, though it seems less related to what he eats and more related to genes.  If you are prescribed a variety that causes ‘flushing or itching’ Dan strongly suggests an aspirin before bed to help relieve those side affects.

You don’t go to get your cholesterol checked if you eat two Danny Boy’s pizzas on consecutive days.  Of course, it’s going to be Rod Carew-like instead of Eddie Brinkman-like.

Now, I notice that “Kel and I.” You didn’t mention her later on ... in your second culinary outing. 

I’m glad that you enjoyed your winnings from the NBL contest.

damn. bad news about your notebooks. that must have hurt! on the positive side, someone’s found some damn good reading material.

so sorry about the cholesterol. :(

oh. wow. i just read the addendum. that’s fantastic! you’d think, wouldn’t you that this would mean I’d go back and erase the way this comment started, but that’s not how I do.

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