Sometimes the name of something is right on the tip of your tongue and you spend half the night trying to think of it. Luckily, I remembered the name of the xiphoid process about 30 seconds after Pancake Land tucked me in, thereby allowing me to get some much needed sleep.

Yesterday, after making clay, doing some shipping, and planting three bushes, I spent the afternoon painting this gigantic shelving unit the Le Duke built. I didn’t expect it to take forever, but it did. So, today I get to go and put another coat on it. Goody.

For lunch yesterday I went to Cara’s. I needed to go pay for the class this weekend and I figured that I was down there anyway and the lunch special was the Whistlestop Cafewich, so why not. She is so great. I mean to make a BLT with a fried green tomato is pretty friggin’ brilliant.

So I might be getting a greenhouse. I need to go look at it. Not to mention I need to wrangle the coin together to pay for it. I’ll say more about it when I know more and/or have purchased it thereby easing my paranoia about one of readers snaking the deal out of my hands.

I am growing more and more paranoid these days. Not about big brother stuff, I don’t have delusions of grandeur or anything. I guess I have regular delusions. Maybe it is because I spent too much of my life watching after school specials and Lifetime movies where people disclose personal information about themselves on the internet and creepy stalker person ends up fingering their (potentially my) butthole whilst they (potentially me) sleep in a roofie induced coma. I’ve seen it before and I’ve got your number creeping stalker figure in the shadows.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m being silly. Maybe not. My thinking is that since I make a habit, or rather a job, of talking either positively or negatively about restaurants, i.e. people’s livelihoods, it is best not to just put really personal info out there for the world to see. Hence why everyone has a nickname. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, or in most cases here, the guilty. It protects them from losing their jobs and whatnot.

Maybe those delusions are pretty grand after all. Thinking that I have the power to crush a person’s business and make my friends and family lose their jobs. I guess I could if I really wanted to. That is if I didn’t have anything better to do. But, lucky for them I have to go to work. So, um, yeah. More soon. ~SC