Thanks to me staying up insanely late dealing with my I-Tunes song-renaming (and at the same time gingerly coddling my computer into fully downloading the season finales of Entourage and Deadwood), the only thing I really accomplished today was sleeping in until 3pm. Great. Tonight, I'm gonna go to bed good and early so's to ensure I get my ass out into the city again and check out what I missed.
Well, I guess I can't say that's the ONLY thing I accomplished (aside from actually watching said season finales this afternoon - I can't BELIEVE they fired Ari!). I actually got out there and did some grocery shopping. Boo fucking yah man. So, you know how in a Safeway or a QFC you'll walk to the back of the store and against the wall they have the eggs and dairy and meat and such? And you know how those little wall-areas are cooler than the rest of the store? Well, at the Food Bazaar, where I shopped today, they have a whole gigantic ROOM that's about 30 degrees, freezing my BALLS off! It took me forever because I was obsessing about what kind of eggs to buy (then, I when I had the brand, size and color pegged, I had to open them up and check to see if they looked good). And vegetables! Good God! I don't buy vegetables! I was wandering around that produce section for a good 40 minutes dealing with the list I was given. Cucumber and mushrooms and peppers and tomatoes and fucking lettuce - do you KNOW how many different types of lettuce they have out there nowadays? - I'm telling you it took all my strength not to call Jenny every 20 seconds. Then, I figured, "What the hell, I'm doing the shopping alone, they get stuck with what I purchase."
And then I saw it. After paying for the goods and walking out the door, NIGHT TIME! Nothing like walking down the street in the dark in the ghetto with a bunch of bags of groceries; I totally felt like Kevin McCallister from Home Alone. I am NOT ready to be wandering around this city unchaperoned; I need some adults to hang out with stat. Or a big black bodyguard named Brutus - Brutus who would've made it in the NFL as a lineman . . . if it weren't for that Gosh-foresaken TEMPER!
Food watch: two slices of toast, two pieces of refrigerated bacon, and a bagel. Going strawng!