A couple of notes seeing as I should get to bed since I have to go into WORK tomorrow, unlike most people (in general) and almost all people in my company:
- Ordered Domino's pizza for dinner tonight since going out with FREd didn't happen (more on that below). Usually their pizza is some of the best around, in my humble opinion, especially when adjusted for the fact that's it's fast-food pizza, but apparently they recently changed their "recipe". As the box so gloriously described, they changed up just about everything. They added lots of garlic to the outer crust, which is a plus. Unfortunately, they fucked with the cheese mixture (added provolone) and made the sauce a bit spicier. In concert, they totally remove any benefit afforded by the additional garlic flavor, as the new combination just doesn't gel. One of the principle reasons I liked their pizza so much before was because it was so simple. <shrugs> This is the seventh major Italian food loss in recent memory (1. sausage and peppers and onions at Sopraffina; 2. all flatbread pizzas at Così; 3. sausage ravioli at Sopraffina; 4. sausage and peppers rustica at Olive Garden; 5. seafood portofino (name might be wrong) at Olive Garden; and 6. sweet and spicy Italian sausage pizza at California Pizza Kitchen). It's most discouraging. Things are annoying enough as is without having one's delicacies taken away (damn am I bourgeois?!). I swear, it's some kind of conspiracy.
- No encounter with FREd this weekend (tomorrow is out due to my working and his schedule with his partner in the afternoon/evening). It's almost become a regular affair (pun [?] intended I suppose), so, I'll admit, it's kind of saddening. He'll be out of town all next weekend, so that makes the next prolonged encounter due around the very end of the month, if that even happens. The positive way to look at this is that it kind of acts as a trial run for what will happen come February and later (if all goes well, which again, I['m supposed to] hope is the case). I wrote him an e-mail that was bordering on cool, if not cold, in tone, yet there was also a sense of upbeatness to it. I can't quite describe it at the moment since I'm getting tired, but its desired effect is very well defined in my mind. The message reminds of some of those I sent to Papí when we were closer and I occasionally pulled back in defense or selfishness. Is this considered "playing games"? I don't know. I argue that it's a form of psychological preemptive self-defense, but that may just be a cop-out. I'd rather keep my expectations *very* low regarding anything with him for February and later, and hopefully be surprised if things are better than expected. I guess it would be a plus if I could do that without being an ass at the same time. We'll see how he responds and adapt as needed.
I wish things would stop changing. I wish I could stop everything and finally get ahead. That should have happened over break, but it didn't. And it *so* could have, but I didn't foresee certain time sucks. Oh well. Must sleep now since this will be a full week, one way, or another.
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