November 29, 2003
November 29, 2003 - 2:26 p.m.
Yes, yes, everything's fine. I had an eetsy-beetsy (that's itsy bitsy in a Sam Raimi* movie voice) panic attack on Thanksgiving after being surrounded by strangers and meeting Scratcher's son, but nothing that a Xanax and good talk couldn't solve. All better.
Today's payday; that means bills and mortgage and car fillup...oh, and of course, a trip to the dive bar of choice to pay back everybody who bought my drinks (not my soul, though some think I confuse the two things) over the past week. I will also be munching down on some noodles with dumplings. Say it with me: No More Rich Food! My GI system is screaming for vegetables. Yesterday's bouillabaise and apple tart (yes, there will be recipes later) were leckerlei (nummy), but so heavy. No more garlic sauce. No more butter. No more dreaming about chasing David Boreanaz** down a hall in my elementary school.
So now I'm off to filter through the 7 CDs scoured from racks at the local used music store (bow down to The Beat, locals) and give thanks for Missy Elliott.
Happy Holidays and may you not explode from leftovers.
*Oh, come on. Don't pretend you don't know who he is.
**Ditto from *.
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