Life's too short, babe, time is flying - I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine.

Why am I watching Rent?  I hate this movie.  Although I have a real soft spot for "I Should Tell You." And "Take Me or Leave Me," of course.

Everything about today was an adventure.  I met Jeremy for lunch at this Panamanian place near Prospect Heights.  Neither of us had been to this restaurant before and ordering from the menu was something of a trial in and of itself.  Like, a menu item was just listed as "shrimps."  And "curry chicken" was listed twice, and no discernible difference appeared to exist between the two.  And when I tried to order tamales, the waitress informed me that they were "still frozen."  (To which I wanted to reply, "...couldn't you...heat them?")

Despite this, the food was delicious.  I had the "shrimps."  (It was shrimp with curry sauce and veggies and rice.)

After lunch I took the train into Manhattan, and met up with Megs at the U-Haul place way over on the west side.  Now, I haven't seen him in ages either (I mean, I haven't seen him since...Christmas 2009?) and this weekend/next week we're working on his show together.  Today we drove into Jersey with our rental van to pick up his shop order and load it into the theater.  More notably, after the load-in we went to this RIDICULOUS doughnut shop.  I had a huge square doughnut filled with coconut cream.  RIDICULOUS.

 For SERIOUS.

(the top one was the doughnut Megs had - jelly filled with peanut butter on top!)

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Why do I feel so restless?  Why am I nervous?  I'll admit, the mornings and nights are the worst.  Whenever I'm being actively tortured by a particular feeling, I find that I wake up nervous in the morning and go to bed nervous at night.  I suppose I fear the things that transpire at night, and I'm going to wake up broken-hearted.  It's the part that still makes my heart sink into my stomach at the thought, that makes me want to lay my head into the crook of my arm and cry bitterly.