July
17
May
25
experiment
April
28
mission
I have come to the conclusion that it is my job, my responsibility, my mission, to rid the world of imperfection. This will be life-long work, of course – especially since I’ve never been on an airplane or jet. I knew it was up to me, when I permanently closed down the diner… kind of hard to stay open with no waitresses or cooks, right?
April
20
smash
April
4
headaches
March
30
poisoned?
March
29
omelettes
March
24
new cook
March
22
annoyed
I am most annoyed. Highly annoyed. Infuriatingly annoyed! I returned to the diner this morning, for one of my favorite omelets. The cook, foul vile creature that he is, came out and told me to leave, that my money was no good there nor was I wanted as a customer.
How dare he!
He, of the filthy fingernails and bulbous nose. He of the grease stained smelly clothes. He dares to say I am not wanted there?
March
20