lunch with pitt and a package from santa duane.
unbeknownst to me a zit is about to erupt out of the right side of my face.
mercurio’s caesar w/ dried prosciutto, not as good as the salad across the street from their bar but whatever, good enough.
lamb baguette, was it supposed to be cold? that was pitt’s. fil and i just had salads.
leaf game.
then we ate again.
oh ho ho ho?
cid, what is it?
something for c.
i think i know what it is, what a show-off.
even something for the monkey cat.
a most welcome gift to arrive on depression day haha.
a christmas success!
i had to stuff all the ribbons into the box and hide it cos someone likes to inhale them and then barf them up later.
then i bought lunch what an idiot.
we don’t have light in our kitchen right now cos the tubes burnt-out and we have to wait ’til thursday for them to be in cos someone likes to brag about how patronize the little guy is more important than seeing what you’re doing with a knife in your hands, therefore, garbage meals ’til then.
