Devon. You won't want to walk there, but that's the street with the best options. Now I want Indian food, too. Let me know if you want company.
I don't want to walk there from downtown, no. But maybe on the weekends we could go. Hey, tommyrot, you like Indian, right? We should have a Chicagoistas Quest for Garlic Naan sometime soon.
I have garlic naan
in my freezer!
I guess Jesse is Hopen for some action. Ramberg for a bed sounds too violent.
I have no vaguely licentious puns to make about the Malm chest.
Not to worry, Cindy -- I may have dropped the ball, but the TiVo didn't. I checked, and all three must-watch sitcoms are waiting for me.
Yay, TiVo! I reminded dh it was your tapes that first made him fall in love with TiVo, and he said, "Oh my word. I forgot there was a time we didn't have TiVo."
It's just that if I'd known, I could have spent my random insomniacal hour in the middle of the night watching, you know? Or at least not have gone to bed early.
Yes.
The Office
was really good, and
Scrubs
was all right, too. I didn't see the other two shows, yet. I started to watch
30 Rock,
but I fell asleep.
It does remind me of a name for a charity event I heard on the radio this morning: Mammojam.
It really doesn't work for me.
It sounds painful. "Help, I jammed my mams!"
Let me guess, Mammojam is an event to support breast cancer? early diagnosis?
Ugh. I need to start getting up earlier. How am I supposed to start teaching next week?
This Sunday, I need to figure out how to get my old TV and stereo to Union Square.
I need to get more friends with cars to mooch off of.
Gawd, what '70s cop show was that from?
Baretta. Tony Blake and a cockatoo.