10 July

and the pizza tossers win the world cup! Mama Mia!

Subway overwhelms me. really. never fails to. all the time.
u see, i never realy could make up my mind in time. and the menu isnt realy speedin things up at all, not with so many many entries. wats more, the super industrious, super helpful hustlers/crew's constantly needling u with prompts.

the bosses must have envisioned a huddle of leongs mullin over watever sort of fillin they might fancy, and so, almost as if to preempt heehaw-ers, came up with those meal of a day options. good thing, i say.

2 years ago, it was in uniform, marchin at the stadium.
1 year ago, it was in PT kit, in a dingy crew room with someone i hardly know.
this year now, half of its spent in scrubs and shower cap, fuddling arnd with screws.

and the other half's gonna be spent in slumberland.
at least its raining now, sleep will prolly be quite shiok.
happy birthday!