Half-assed, half-week recap:
So Sunday was my 13th wedding anniversary, which was celebrated with tears and painful reminders of how I completely ruined my ex's life. Hooray!
Monday I had late-lunch/dinner with the Rabbi; Johnny Something's Shrimp Shack. Mild was the call for the heat index, since this was my first excursion into cajun food. After driving to the park and discussing my latest phobia, ticks with Lyme disease, it was off to the ghost zoo and a trip down Walhalla on the way back to the car.
Today (Tuesday), Chef and I got some ghetto fish for lunch, and I not only paid for it then in American dollars, but am now paying for it in one hell of a gastrointestinal excursion. It feels as though I've been ass-raped by a dragon, although that may be a gentler experience than this. In short, stay away from fish on 5th Ave.
After finally finishing my work day, I decided to go get my hair cut. Oops! I'm sorry, personal life...please hold. Off to Mount Vernon for a delivery, which turned out to be pretty cool because of the drive. Very scenic, and the fresh air was nice to clear my head after a most fucked up ending to the weekend. Decided to destroy that refreshing feeling with a trip to Cracker Barrel, which was a painful reminder of the Lawyer; that was the last place we saw each other. So after saying I need a table for one, the hostess sat me down with two menus, with one at the empty space across from me. I wanted to punch that c*nt in the f*cking neck. The. End.
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