Wow, i'm full.

so i heard this would be worth mentioning. So during class (at say 7:30..) I ask mitch what he's planning on doing for dinner. he says he doesn't know. this progresses until we're home at like 9:30, at which point we get to discussing options, mostly because he's hungry. he suggested pizza, i didn't feel like it, so i checked in chinese, he said eh, he'd rather have pizza. i agreed, so ordered pizza hut, which they said they'd be here in 1 to 1 1/4 hours. i went ugh, agreed (i got breadsticks too... ) and made a hummus parsley grape tomato sprout pita (you know, the odd stuff you keep in a fridge) to tide myself over. its about 9:45 by now.

at like 10:45 mitch is getting ansty, and complains. i figure its been a while, but tell him to wait. val who has been here for a few hours to just hang out, leaves at 11:15 and says the pizza won't show up. i nod. mitch gets fed up, calls pizza hut. they're closed. he then eats a largeish bowl of (large because all the small ones are dirty, and he aparently doesn't want to do dishes) frosted mini wheats. at 11:40, (you know on time) the phone rings. its pizza guy. so we get the pizza, which i swear is about as cold/warm as you'd expect it to be after sitting in a mazda 323 for 1 1/2 hours. so i ate a few pieces, which of course ripped horribly. we'll call tomorrow and see where we get. mitch is now very full. i planned ahead. stupid delivery.

(colin feril said asshole on letterman, letterman stuck his finger in his ear (it was bleeped out anyway) colin noticed this, then started talking without saying anything. it was funny. its also funny to see people from dublin attempt a bronx accent.

you know, if you're japanese and wear those hugely oversized socks, how do they stay up? socks glue (sorry, i couldn't get the flower shaped o)

so there'a an article on gin, in the times. which prompted what to do with that damn bottle of genever gin i have. (its gin that's based on whisky, and thus tastes whiskyey in addition to juniper, suposedly it was the 'original' gin, before london dry became the standard. i wonder why london dry won out)

anyway, best thing to do with genever:
1. clean toilet, make excuse for odd smell
2. give to really really desparate cleveland drunk, accompany with bottle of tums
3. make odd dutch gin molotov cocktail and ignore political problems with russin dutch.
4. marcus is russin. i'm sure he'd like it. crap, how'd i get it to be russin?
5. find someone dutch, someone must drink it
6. give it to some sober soldier in the war that as chl put it, i'm not not against.