i just realized what a whiny bitch i've been about this girl.

yes, she's great. no, we can't be together. what else needs to be said.

moving on...

i'm in philly right now hanging out with a good friend of mine watching him make a 23 course dinner for his wife's family and myself. well, i wasn't officially invited, i just happened to be coming to visit on this date. so, i lucked out.

actually, he's making tapas, which, apparently, require a lot of preparation ahead of time. i don't know if i would spend two days cooking to prepare such an involved meal. well, ok, i would... if i was a good cook. however, i'm less of a cook and more of what i like to call an alcoholic. now pass the damn sangria already...

going to places where i know people is always weird. like, i'm here in philly, and i contacted a bunch of people before i left to see if any of them wanted to meet up. of course, they always seem excited about it, and then when i get into town i only end up seeing like one or two people. i mean, it's partially my fault as well, because i usually don't have much downtime when i am in a certain city for a short period of time, but still.

i only had two hours of sleep last night, so when i got on the highway in connecticut i was feeling pretty drowsy. about 45 minutes later my condition was upgraded to "nearly comatose," so i had to pull over and take a 20 minute power nap. it worked. i'm not dead, and neither is anyone else.

apparently, my friend needs tobasco sauce, and i have just become the grocery store bitch... at 12:19 in the morning...