Another week ahead of me in Chicago. It’s not that bad. Only 3 nights. I’ll be back Thursday. Tonight before my flight I am going to eat Indian food— my new favorite food! I can hardly wait!
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sugar and spice and everything groovy
Another week ahead of me in Chicago. It’s not that bad. Only 3 nights. I’ll be back Thursday. Tonight before my flight I am going to eat Indian food— my new favorite food! I can hardly wait!
The northern part of Atlanta where I live has numerous Indian restaurants. As long as you like spices in your food, it’s hog heaven. Given that there are so many regional variations in the food served in India, it’s hard to get bored by it. There’s even a restaurant here that serves food that is sort of a cross between Hong Kong Chinese and East Indian cuisine-the product of Chinese people immigrating to East India and opening restaurants there. Haven’t tried that one yet.
Ohh, sounds really good. Unfortunately Wendy is not open to really spicey food. Sushi yes, wasabi yes, OH well…. Take it easy and have a good one! I’m free! Today I finish my week with 51hrs! Yea! Too bad I had to work the weekend to do it!
-Jason
Another Day
Paul McCartney
Ev’ry day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It’s just another day
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break
Drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake
It’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Chorus
So sad, do sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell
Ah, stay, don’t stand her up
And he comes and he stays but he leaves the next day
So sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
As she posts another letter to the sound of five
People gather ’round her and she finds it hard to stay alive
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Chorus
Ev’ry day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day
Du du du du du du, it’s just another day