Breakfast
Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
I made poached eggs for the first time. It wasn’t actually as hard as I though it would be, it just takes a bit of patience. I also went back to the pet cemetery since we were in the neighborhood and Evelyn had never been there. For some reason I could only see the sad ones this time around. I noticed that the older ones were a little more fun.. For example when a pet died in the 50’s, it would say “Sparky: A damn good dog”, while the pets who died it the 00’s all have these long drawn out and super sad eulogies. Can death never be a celebration? Also, I got a new job (one where I have to show up at a certain time), can you guess where it is from the photos? You should come say hi and watch movies with me or something..
