Katrina Anniversary
Nothing to say other than we're still here.
I fought the law, and the law won.
"Nirvana," to my knowledge, is the only Indian food restaurant in all of NOLA. Fortunately, since it is the lone representation of the genre, it is also delicious. The service however, has ranged from just below openly hostile to completely indifferent. Sometimes I think they treat us like crap to test our love of Nirvana. Once 8 of us went on a Sunday afternoon for the buffet, and though there were plenty of tables they could push together, they made us wait 20 minutes until the one large table cleared out. But of course they knew we would wait.
Behold, the latest, deliscious, forward from my mother.
I am sad to say that this is my last day of my summer clerkship at what Aquaman has termed "The LC". It has seriously been the best job I have ever had. Great people (especially the other clerks KB, Aquaman, and new clerk EJ), interesting work, decent pay, low stress, and not having to supervise worthless minions who I cannot fire. Yes, a good job indeed. I am definitely sad to be leaving and returning to the demoralizing academic world. I am also sad to be leaving the ATX, what with its plethora of hippies, 24 hour restaurants, regular trash services, and relative cleanliness. It is definitely the jewel in Texas' crown. So adieu to my Texas friends, hello to my NOLA friends. I expect to see some of ya'll at Mardi Gras.
Here's today's gem (font color and all):
I would like to give a quick shout out to my parents, fondly known as the 'rents ,who today celebrate their 42nd wedding anniversary.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
I have miserable ass allergies. It seems like every few weeks this summer I get some sort of massive allergy attack that makes me want to dose myself up with antihistamines and decongestants and enter a coma until my mucusy debacle is over. But being a working stiff does not allow this luxury.