last night at artiste i was waiting for my raspberry tea when someone came up to the counter and ordered hot chocolate.  i watched, transfixed, as thomas opened one of the refrigerators and pulled out a giant can of chocolate syrup.  it looked exactly like the can i have in my refrigerator, only it was about a foot high and ten inches in diameter.  ten inches!  thomas looked like a midget!  can you imagine how many cokes you could pour it all in?  thousands, i tell you!  i thought the gallon of chocolate syrup would look just perfect perched atop this table.

other lame observations:
my parents are out of town, and when i went over to check the house and yahoo some toilet paper, i saw what appeared to be an abandoned water heater in their yard.  it’s not their water heater, so i have no idea what it was doing there.

when i opened the passenger door to my car earlier, i saw what appeared to be an ancient hot tamale wedged between the door and seat.  it’s not my hot tamale, so i have no idea what it was doing there.

heh, sorry. nothing else is happening, unless you want to hear about middlemarch.