miscellaneous:
most of waitstaff training consists of standing around like some kind of jerk.  sometimes i follow the other waiters around and watch what they do.  sometimes i help out when it gets really busy.  mostly, though, i stand around like some kind of jerk, pretending to be reviewing my waitress-training manual so that i don’t look like some kind of jerk.  also, i am always in the way and my back hurts and i don’t know anything about anyone.  but.  my belly is full with the warm burn of free leftover wine.

i ran out of contact lenses, so i’ve been wearing my glasses lately.  i’m not used to them at all.  this morning i woke up and couldn’t read my alarm clock, and in my pillow-print stupor i didn’t understand that it was because i wasn’t wearing contacts.  for a few seconds, it felt as though the universe was limited to what my nearsightedness would allow, like i was surrounded by a force field of fuzz beyond which i was not allowed to go.  i don’t know how you glasses-wearers do it.

i spent most of sunday and monday writing a weird sort of thing for nonfiction class.  i don’t really know what it is or what it means, but i’ve excerpted it here anyway.  maybe you know what it means.  also, here are some photos from november 3rd’s halloween party in dallas. you like?

happy birthday, love.