So. This is a blog. Alright.
Richard got back from Manhattan yesterday night and we celebrated with Indian food at Nirvana. Never been there before, but the food was much better than my usual haunt (Shiva). Sorry, Shiva. You still have the coolest Buddha-head mural this side of Kirby.
Today, I’m sick. It’s unrelated to the Indian food and more to the fact that my company provides “sick time” but strongly discourages people from actually using it. So all the sick bastards with strep and the flu and typhoid and God knows what else all still come in anyway. Hence, me being sick. Also hence, my laying around like a dying yeti all day and, after watching The Neverending Story twice, deciding to finally create a stupid blog.