Feeling a Bit Lighter

So I get up, and I know that I have to work tonight from 4PM to 2AM. I don't know if it's worth going out and then coming back just to leave. But I decide to go ahed and give myself the raincheck I deserved. So I head out to the mexican resturant where I had my Heaven-sent enchiladas, for lunch.

I get on the bus to get there, and it doesn't go to the location I need to go on Sundays, apperantly... good to know. By the way, I fear for my life everytime I get on one of these buses. I'm certain that one of them is bound to wreck with the way they drive. So I take the bus to the nearest apartmenet complex. I don't know if I really want to walk the entire way there or pick somewhere closer. But this was a raincheck I had to hold myself to, so I did.

So I hike my way out to the place. When I get there, I get a table...for one. God, I really can't make a decision to save my life. I went there with the intention of getting a salad since it might be good to eat something healthy for once while down here. But it hard to decide when those awesome enchiladas are staring at you on the other side of the menu, along with several other delicious looking entrees. After about an hour, much to the waiter's probable annoyance, I finally choose the salad.

The Santa Fe chopped salad. It's scrumdidiliumptous. It has mesquite grilled chicken breast, chopped tomatoes, burnt (in a good way), crips bacon, cumbles of rich bleu cheese and fire roasted corn salsa. I couldn't even make a clear decision about the dressing I wanted, so I told him to bring all of them. I ended up choosing the apple chipotle vinagarette. It was spicy and sweet, with the added touch of fruit...as you proabably guessed. As I was eating I was finishing up EAT PRAY LOVE. Heavy sigh...I'm not ready to part with Liz yet.

So I've finished my meal and I'm ready for the check. Now, I had completely forgotten it was Valentine's Day until the waiter gave me the check and said "Happy Valentine's Day." Courtney had told my before, but I completely forgot. Then I realized how alone I was. On the long road home, I was accompanied by a long slew of text messages wishing me the same thing. Sad news, here I am walking home alone, after eating alone, going home...alone. But I was okay with that. I've never had someone on Valentine's anyways so it's nothing I'm not used to.

I get home and I go to work. But nothing there is important. But what is important, is that I ate the palm leaves that had been sitting on my counter for days. I toasted it first and realized it was the only true way to eat them.

I guess today was okay. Better than last.