I just had the most disgusting lunch. This morning I ate a light breakfast and ran out of the house to catch my train. I guess the breakfast was evener lighter than I imagined because by noon I was dying of hunger. It’s ugly outside and so I decided to just go to the Quizzno’s in the lobby level of my office building. I ordered a salad because it seemed a healthy choice. I watched the woman in the muslim garb prepare it. She grabbed a handful of chicken and then plopped two handfuls of cheese on it before placing in a conveyor belt oven. Once out the other side, another lady grabbed the now melted cheese and chicken, threw it atop some lettuce, placed two tomatoes and another helping of cheese on it. They charged me over 7.00 for the montrosity. I brought it up to my office and tried to eat it. It was difficult. I ate a little less than half and threw it away. I try so hard to never throw meat away since some poor animal gave it’s life for my meal and the least I can do is not waste it. In this case, I just couldn’t do it. It was gross. I considered complaining but I think that’s just their way of making a salad. Never again will I go there. Ugh! Gross!

Last night I was thinking that there should be a blog graveyard. A place where people can put their old blog archives for posterity. I guess I was thinking about this because Andrew’s blog, Bloggedy Blog has been retired as has Slave to Target. So sad. I enjoyed both these blogs and I am sad to see them go.

I am so happy it’s the weekend. I am feeling rather exhausted. The weather which had gotten warmer has turned back to cold and dreary. It would be lovely if the warmer weather made a return. I could certainly use it.

The other night Robert and I were watching episodes of Kung Fu– the original series. The one episode featured a very young DON JOHNSON portraying a young Indian, errr Native American! It was probably one of the funniest episodes of Kung Fu ever. There was this great scene between Caine and Don Johnson…

“Caine, won’t. you. fly. down. this. cliff. with. the. hide. of. the. white. buffalo. against. your. shoulders. and. save. my. mother. from. those. evil. marauders?”
“No.”
“Why. not?”
“Because. I. do. not. have. the. hide. of. a. white. buffalo.”
“Oh, I. didn’t. think. of. that.”
The periods are meant to mimic their halting speech patterns.
And I don’t have to tell you that Caine climbed down the cliff and kicked some evil marauder ass.