It’s all my fault. I didn’t eat enough eggs.
The buffet/deli place next door was closed this morning for the first time since it opened. There was no signage, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they may be closed for good – business boomed for the first few months, but dropped off pretty severely as the months went on. I used to like the variety of food they offered, and most of the time I could find something relatively tasty to have for lunch, but the quality took a major header some time back and it was less and less busy in there. I only ever went in the morning, because it’s very hard to screw up scrambled eggs – I liked having a real breakfast several times as week. I rarely get out of here for lunch, so sometimes those eggs and potatoes were the only thing between me and 6pm.
I woke up really hungry this morning, and wanted some eggs. The deli was dark, and several people looking for coffee (and unwilling to stand in the Starbucks/Caffe Artigiano lines across the street) were wondering what the fuck. Me, I just wanted my eggs. And I can’t help but feel it’s entirely my fault that there aren’t any eggs, by virtue of not eating enough of them while I could.
It is a good thing that I brought cereal into the office today. That and the last container of Nutter Butters will be all that sustain me as I figure out how to link my three least favourite things – InfoPath, an Access database and Sharepoint – into one hideous monstrosity of resounding laziness and petulance. Good sense may be on my side though, as the two people I’ve asked for advice on this project both responded with “good god, WHY would you want to do that? Who asked you to do this? Show me where they touched you” – so I may weasel out of this with my underwear intact.
Speaking of underwear, here is the underwear Amanda Palmer wore on stage last night:
Last night was the Amanda Palmer/Neil Gaiman show in Vancouver. It was a lovely – if long – evening, and I am glad I stuck around even though I wanted to bail. I did have to leave the show early, as I expected it to be over by 11pm and had arranged to be picked up, but I was exhausted and sore in my bones due to standing outside for hours then sitting in the ice cold theatre with interactive fan girls screaming in my ear.
It was a successful Sunday – before the show I bought boots and unicorns, and I got to see Gill for the first time in a month. I ate a burger served on a cutting board, and got hollered at on Granville while making my way to the car. All in all, a good evening.
I am glad the Amanda/Neil show was not all ukulele all the time, but I really, really miss the Dresden Dolls. The show we saw in Seattle a few years back is in my top three favourite live shows ever, and I hope they do another album/tour some day.
I think I will go to the Museum of Vancouver this week. They’re running an exhibit on Vancouver’s old neon signs, and I love neon almost as much as I love everything.
I have not forgotten the CYOA story – Page 36 is coming soon!