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so after the procurement of the essentials, i needed to eat. totally overwhelmed by the nausea of too many choices, i couldn’t figure out where the hell to eat. so I settled on a pizza place, donatos . i dunno the font on teh building looked like the sopranos font, i thought i could get a pizza and some beer. man,so the schtick at this place is , you get seated and then you use this little phone at your table to phone in your order to the back of the fucking resturant. and i was put on hold. ON HOLD! finally i got a single serve pizza and a water (the didn’t serve beer). now i swear the pizza tasted exaclty like a celeste pizza for one, i mean, it wasn’t bad, but i didn’t need to phone in an order, when i could have gotten one from the super supermarket. i dunno, i left a little pissed off. well at least it only cost 3.92

right so i don’t want to get in to details about the client for which i am working, for i’d like to continue to work for them. but to get to their plant i had to drive about 30 mins, well except it was snowing and there were cars in ditches all over the place. the HQ of the company is a bit off the beaten path, but the drive was ok, and the scenery well, wasn’t exactly scenic, but beats 395 in baltimore.

right so i did my consultant thing. not my strongest showing the was this one woman i couldn’t get to laugh and she totally got in my head. damn her, damn her!

so i drove home in the snow, and eventually made it back to the hotel. I resigned myself to eating in their resturant, well because it was supposed to be good and i wouldn’t have to drive. now there is something very sad about dining out alone. oh you can bring your highschool novel to make it seem like you’re just fine with it, but in the end,  you’re a person alone at a table. so you order your drink, and you read the menu, then your order your food, and you read your book and drink your drink prolly too fast but hell, what you’re alone. the food arrives and  you eat that too fast too. why? well you have no conversation to break it up. oh boo hoo for jefke–see but here the upside: you’re a full on voyeur–last night there were 2 older couples and an older man, whom i have to assume lost his wife. their server let it be known that he was training to be a sommelier. man did this facsinate these people. the just kept hammering on him. "how long can i keep an opened bottle of wine?" "can you make a living doing that?" "don’t drink too much…" every order was a 13 step process. this on the side, no onions, meat half way cooked to rare but no more, it was classic. they guy actually said "i have to look after my other tables now…i’ll be back "

I ate my huge steak, and drank my 2 glasses of wine, and pretended to be able to read in the darkness and then went up to my room, where it hit me, that though i had work to do, it was the last thing i wanted to do. so i went to bed. at 8:15.

I woke up around 2:30. refreshed. well that’s not entirely true, i woke up several times before that, b/c the metal housing that surrounds my heater is  not installed properly, and thus it rattles like a fucking huey chopper everytime the heat comes on.  not good.

so i’m awake, and i hadn’t planned on getting up until 4. what to do. lay in bed and ponder life’s big issues, like….should we put in a deck or a patio? patio is nicer, but a deck would allow us to put in french doors…shit like that.  and naturally at 3:45, i fall back asleep. but no worries, i got up, showered, did 2 hrs of work, when to breakfast and went back to HQ.

so it’s 7:30 now, that means i have been up …what. 17 hrs already. nice.

i’m gonna stop this now. while i still can.