non-consensual midnight snack
while slumbering peacefully, i was suddenly jarred into consciousness by six sweet words: "eliz, i got you french fries." magda, ev and ann, after a few rounds at the batting cages, swung by Superdawg on Milwaukee and Devon, a 1950s-style hotdog stand complete with car-hops and giant flashing neon girl and boy hotdog signs. much more asleep than awake, i stumbled into my kitchen, collapsed into a chair, grabbed the fries and chowed down--at least i think that's what happened...my memories are a little fuzzy. the fries were okay, a little soggy after the drive home and a bit sour in my opinion, although i suspect that may have something to do with my lack of consciousness...maybe my tastebuds were asleep? french fries gone i stumbled back into bed and fell asleep immediately. maybe it was a dream?

dinner
uhrm, uh, oh after biking down to the south loop to find every store closed (shopping in the south loop? better be there before evening...even the restaurants shut down by 4:30!) i biked with ann and magda to their house, through greektown which reminds me that i MUST stop there after work one day to get olives. ate food the kyle made yesterday and today: dill cucumber rice and tomato sauce with squash and beet greens. while fairly delicious when eaten seperately, i do not recommend combining them. and of course chips with salsa. hell will freeze over before i am able to spend more than thirty seconds in that house without cramming about three bags worth of chips down my mouth. and peanut butter cookies made by magda--yum!

lunch in one hour or less
while cindy was eating her fiber-licious lemon poppyseed 'muffin,' full of healthy vitamins and minerals, i was dining at the local thai place. i avoided the place closest to my office, whose pad thai tastes like a pile of soggy shredded paper. instead, i dined on spring rolls drizzled with uncomfortably gelatinous sauce (the price i pay for eating in the loop), an ice tea watered down to perfection and pad thai that bore no resemblance to soggy paper. my father ate panang noodles, a dish that gave me violent indigestion when i last ate at this particular restaurant...i didn't mention that to him until just after he took his last bite--oops! on my way back to the office, i stopped at starbucks (supporting seattle economy from 2000 miles away!) to get my coworker a venti iced mocha and walked all the way back without taking a sip! now THAT'S self-discipline!