first to come, first to leave

If there's one thing you should take from the 7vs7 challenge, it's that rumors are true.

After a solid breakfast of milk, honey, and apple juice, I got off my 11:30 shift at Parnassus to head home and make a spinach/tomato salad. It took me about an hour to make it to the fridge -- I got home, sat on my bed, forgot what I was doing, rearranged my library books, wondered where the ones I'd returned had gone, fretted about my afternoon meeting at the film forum, changed my shirt for no apparent reason, changed it back when I realized what I had done, wondered if it was cool enough outside to change into pants, and then remembered that the reason my head was pounding and I'd lost my will to live was because I was hungry.

I opened the fridge to retrieve my tomatoes, they'd disappeared. A rogue housemate could have eaten them, or maybe I was so delirious I just couldn't find them. Either way, at that point, I knew I was out.

But I didn't know for sure. After eating an apple with raw honey and making a few awkward work-related phone calls, I headed to Trabant to do some reading. I didn't know what to order: the thought of steamed milk made me want to run in front of the 49. So I ordered the only other thing I could order: a bottle of water. It was humiliating. I went and sat with my bottle of water, and then a girl who doesn't like me very much came in, saw me, said hi, and (I swear it!) smirked at me and my bottle of water.

So I called Emily in Parnassus and asked her on a date to Cedars to celebrate our resignation.


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