Drinking my dinner.

Tonight, once again, I’m doing my sister’s job for her. I’m up at midnight (I have to get up at 6AM) but her boss has it worse. He lives in Europe and he was up all night with this. We’re both losing sleep because their customer changed a deadline. I’m too stupid to leave them in the lurch.

In any case, I knew I wouldn’t have time for dinner and I mentioned to Sean that I was going to eat Bagel Bites. I was also considering another night of Jack-In-the-Box and yet another Chicken Fajita Pita. Sean told me he had something better for me, and so my dinner was a carton of Muscle Milk. I’m not certain that’s much better for me, but it was quick. I had Pollo Asada for lunch, so I probably needed to cut back on my dinner. I’d never had Pollo Asada at Don Pedro’s before, and it seemed like it had been run over by a car before they served it to me, it was so thin. But I guess they pound it to make it more tender. It was quite tasty. Oh, and I also had a doughnut forced on me mid-afternoon which I’m blaming for making me fall asleep during a phone meeting.

So there you go. I probably won’t be falling asleep during my Friday night date because it sounds like she’s sick of me. Well, I suppose I can’t take credit for her 102°F fever. If we can’t go out, I can sit at home and catch up on some of my TV shows and pay my bills. Exciting times for exciting people, you know.