Hello, lover.
Oh, you know. Just your average Monday night. Eatin some ‘wei, watchin crappy mindsuck television, and tipping my box of wine like it’s the Tower of Pisa. I’m telling you, you have to tip it. You have to. Just when you think it’s aaaaaall gone, you just tip the box and gently squeeze the bag, and BAM you get like 3 more glasses. I’m not lie telling.
Anydoodles, have I mentioned that I hate Mondays? I think I have. But reinforcement is key. Mondays don’t really like me much, either. ESPECIALLY when my Sunday is bad-ass. Monday is always soooooo jealous. And, I must say, I had a pretty damn good Sunday… so today was (naturally) the armpits.
I had the best of intentions to go to the gym after work, to counteract my sedentary, spreadsheet-filled day glued to my chair… but I just wasn’t feeling it so I called for some to-go Pei Wei (which is cruelly located NEXT to my gym…) and then vegged out on the couch. Eh. Whaddayagonnado.
I’ll end this weak post with a side question: there are like a million great Japanese options in Dallas, but does anyone know of a good Chinese joint that’s not fast food?
