Because I Still Can't Tell You About the Top Secret Project

Today's blog post is brought to you by Impatience and Boredom. It's 7:30 in the evening and I'm just having my first meal of the day. For a moment I thought I was going to faint but then I quickly shoveled some food in my mouth. In this case food was a Jamaican patty (original) and roasted vegetable soup (cup) from Cafe Mediterrranean (the soup, not the patty).

I was supposed to go learn more about diving today, but I overslept. I set the alarm for 11:00 am and it did go off but fuckity fuck I did not hit Snooze -- I turned it off instead. So when I finally woke with a start it was 1:15pm and I would still be late even if I managed to get to the venue in the blink of an eye. So now my diving instructor is not talking to me and is probably mad. I am really really sorry.

Now I sit here alone waiting for Fifi, while listening to two gay guys at the next table bashing everyone they know. For the record I don't really know for sure if they're gay, it's just that they frequently touch each other's hair, face, arms, and legs. Sometimes for emphasis one of them would pinch the other's cheek. I'm thinking it's more of a crime to assume that they're straight. I'm imagining my straight guy friends trying to pinch another straight guy's cheek. I'm almost a hundred percent sure that the other guy would say "Duuuuude!" while trying to shield his face and be absolutely horrifiesd. Then he would proceed to avoid the pincher for the rest of his life. Strange creatures, boys.

Cut to three hours later and I'm having some Red Mango froyo with mangoes and Banana Nut Crunch. Totally cooled me down, because I was about to go on fire with that strawberry daiquiri we downed at National Sports Grill. We waited for our movie to start (Time Traveler's Wife) which just about bored me, if it weren't for the constant screen presence of Eric Bana's naked body. Rachel McAdams' dimples just cannot compete.