Turkey On French Roll
12 December 2001
4:57 PM: Oh Man. I walked down 3rd Street from Market to work Today, which I haven't done in a long time. (Actually walked from ... um, some other street further up, down Montgomery - Clay? By the pyramid.) It was a bit chilly but not too much, the nip in the air tasted good on the skin. The point here is, I picked up lunch at the HRD Cafe, for the first time in a long, long time. And the new girl working there is So Cute! I'm talking Faye Wong in Chunking Express cute. I've been meaning to try to do some more walking each day anyway...
Their sammiches are still good, too. Mmmm.
What else. Rerun of Hush last night. Still creepy as all hell. I'm reading a really, terribly bad book right now. That's what TV does to you. Everything is still broken at work. Or, rather, many things are fixed, but just not quite enough to be able to do what I need to do. The days go by...
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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