After some review, it's clear this blog has taken on a decidedly Seinfeldian tone, what with all the attention to the excruciating minutiae of my everyday life. So why change things now? Some of the blogs I read focus on important current events, like the horrendous immigration bill or the tanking of the GOP. What is this entry about: my lunch. The most exciting part of my week was discovering that one of my favorite lunch places, after a too-long boycott, is back on the list of yummy eateries. My favorite meal was pasta with marinara and goat cheese (of course!) and all of a sudden they switched from the creamy, delicious goat cheese that melts like butter to some crappy version that melts like mozarella cheese and it was total crap! Thankfully they recently came to their senses and switched back. I think we can all rest a little easier at night now, right? I know I can.

What, you weren't impressed with that? It's not like I'm trying to recreate the Da Vinci Code here. Not that I read that. I try to stay away from anything that I see in the hands of more than 50% of metro riders.

Hey, guess what! I kind of have a real job now. I'm going to all these meetings out of the office and learning stuff and crap. Lately I've been to a bunch of things where there were Congressmen/women present and it's no wonder they get a God complex. Seemingly normal, well-adjusted people turn into blubbering sycophants when they see one. It's not like they're having a Jared Leto sighting or anything. Now that would be something!!

For my fellow Dukies: I had dinner with Christina tonight (though she'll always be Xena to me). She's working on her PhD and putting us all to shame. Xena, feel free to address your public in the comments section.

That's about it. I'll put up pictures of my new place when it starts looking presentable and not like something out of the lower 9th Ward. Too soon for a Katrina joke??

Finally, a big shout out to Shannon. She's making her way back to the great state of Georgia this weekend. She'll be sipping sweet tea in no time. Drive safe: don't be a hero! Baxter, you are my little gentleman.

Edited to add: I almost had to bitch slap someone last night, which is when I originally typed this post. For some reason it wasn't posting and it was 11:30 and I was close to hurtling the computer out the window. Luckily I was able to recover the post and put it up this morning because, as I now live alone again, the only person around to bitch slap is me!