My natural eating instincts kicked in without Brian to cook. Fortunately, a good sandwich shop is a few blocks away (attached to an equally good small bookstore). I also discovered that the freezer is full of frozen meat. Later I found a packet of tuna in the cupboard that the cats and I fought over. Brian brought me back an orange striped zippy sweater from the city, which is very nice even if it is from a lost and found and may be in a women's size. The city also apparently left an impression, as in a dent, on the car. Poor Subaru.
Although I usually sleep like a log, the radiators woke me up in the night. The landlord "fixed" them so now they sound like a man is in the basement hitting them with a baseball bat when they come on. Not even t-ball--like slugger territory. I dreamt... I was hanging out with Britney Spears and K.Fed. I mentioned to her she wasn't fat and had a dancer's body--she got upset and K.Fed threatened me. And I will never read US Weekly before bed again.
