Friday
I had dinner with Spads at Cafeteria last night. Their mac and cheese is totally nom-worthy. I almost cried when my fork hit the bottom of those little white porcelain bowls. I should be fatter than I really am; my appearance belies my fatman appetite.
Time with my Spads was so comforting; we always have a couple of laughs when we’re together. I never feel like a weirdsmobile when I’m with her. Why is it that the people I love the most have to be so far away from me? (excluding certain people in NYC, of course)
I also like how I have self confidence when I look in the mirror and think, “I am the cutest ever” when I am the only person in my apartment. Then I step out into the real world, where there are people other than myself, some of whom are also cute. Fail.
This weekend I continue my journey of do-gooder-ness by helping to host a brunch for patients with head trauma and spinal injuries. Will I connect with the injured in a meaningful way? Hopefully. Will I try to be funny and end up making an inadvertently offensive joke, thus possibly causing french toast and bacon to fly at me in response? Probably.
Will I get Shake Shack afterwards? Definitely.
