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Today Is For the Decapitated - The Literary Exhibitionist
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Today Is For the Decapitated
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12252016-23


-- चार हजार और तीस-आठ --


It's Valentine's Day! Which means I sort of lost all self-control when it came to food consumption this morning. And my weight was back down a pound when I woke up! But I grabbed like five chocolates from the jar at the front desk when I arrived. I really shouldn't have done that. But how was I supposed to know I'd come to my desk with a gift from Scott of a raspberry jam filled croissant? And then a spread of bagels and cream cheese in the office kitchen for the whole office.

I especially should have skipped the bagel and cream cheese. But it was bagels and cream cheese. Also, there was a bagel slicer provided, and I decided today that is my new favorite invention.

On the plus side, my lunch today is an Amy's Cheese Pizza in a Pocket Sandwich, and thus the lowest-calorie lunch I ever eat: 310 calories. Okay fine, what I usually have is the Spinach Pizza in a Pocket Sandwich -- that's the flavor I buy, and that one is 280 calories. But this Cheese Pizza one is one of the samples the brand rep sent me a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, it's still fewer calories than almost all of the other lunches I usually eat.

Now my challenge will be to eat nothing until dinner tonight. Shobhit and I have reservations at Palomino in the City Centre building, one of our favorite restaurants, although we only eat there every few years.

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I just spent about ten minutes writing a rather detailed email to Darrell, our Director of Merchandising, because he came up to me and said, "I hear you know Manhattan?" Well, a) not all of it, far from it; and b) I haven't been there in four years. I sure do want to go back, though.

Anyway, he's going to travel there soon for work, and wanted hotel recommendations. So I went through my seventeen New York City visit photo sets to job my memory. At first I told him I'd only stayed in a hotel there once, but then realized I'd actually done so three times. The most recent, of course, was February (Valentine's Day weekend, in fact) 2013, to visit roughly a year and a half after he moved from there to L.A. But we also stayed at a hotel when we went there the first time, in March 2010, to scout places for him to live. And the second time was a total last-minute surprise, the Lotus Hotel over Thanksgiving Week in 2010, when he had to rush out of a new apartment only a day after he moved into it because his female roommate immediately proved to be psychotic and started smacking him and he literally had to call the cops on her. I can still remember that Monday before Thanksgiving when he called me at work saying "My roommate hit me!" and I was like, What? And I looked up hotels on Hotels.com to find last-minute places for him to stay.

The Lotus Hotel no longer exists, though. I have a vague memory of once learning it closed because it was being run in some way illegally. I just remember there were shared bathrooms, which was a bummer, but it was a perfectly suitable and nice and clean and quite place all things considered under those bizarre circumstances. And it was actually because of that whole fiasco that he found his final place, where he lived by himself in the tiniest studio imaginable (as in, something like only 8 or 9 square feet larger than the master bathroom in our Seattle condo). That building also had shared bathrooms on each floor, and he also had cockroaches in his room. But, he didn't have a roommate, and he found that place because he asked the property manager he had to talk to about the crazy lady who, it turned out, was subletting to him illegally, if they had any other properties where he might find a place to live. And they offered that room to him, and he wound up there for the next nine months, until he moved to L.A.

Anyway. Memories!

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01222017-02


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So. Last night, then? Not much to report. I came home, Shobhit had dinner made, which was what he made himself the night before when Ivan and I went out to eat pho'. It was way too spicy then, but last night he said he added cheese and yogurt to cut down on the spices. I actually tried to eat it. I couldn't do it, and made myself a veggie dog instead. So much tastier! (As in, there was actual flavor, rather than nothing but hot spice. Which Shobhit constantly confuses with flavor.)

Shobhit keeps talking about conditioning me to tolerate higher levels of spice. I say, fuck that noise. I shouldn’t have to change my taste preferences. To Shobhit's credit, he often lowers spice levels so I can tolerate what he's making (which, by the way, when it's not too spicy, is typically delicious). But I don't see that as the same thing. I'm not asking him to change what his preferences are. He shouldn't expect me to change mine. I don't like spicy food.

On the flip side, of course, he doesn't like non-spicy food (which he equates to "bland," even though a basic understanding of the English language reveals that to be a different thing). He always wants to be able to share meals, though. Yeah, well. So what if we don't always share? It's not the end of the world. Let's leave that to President Fuckwit's insanely inept, incompetent and corrupt administration.

We watched the season premiere of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver. Then we watched the season/series finale of The Young Pope. So then I started on the first episode of The People v. OJ Simpson, the FX show I never had access to while the whole country talked about it during its initial airing on FX, but it just recently became available on Netflix Streaming. Sarah Paulson won an Emmy, a Golden Globe and a SAG Award for her performance in that show, and I can already tell why, just from the first episode.

Shobhit refused to watch that one and went back to his headphones to watch more Midsummer Murders on his laptop, which truly mystifies me. Why does he have zero interest in this show? He usually wants to see the super popular stuff, and that show was huge. Whatever!

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And now, this is interesting: Ivan just messaged me asking for a doctor recommendation since he's going to see a doctor, apparently for the first time in two years. As it happens, the doctor Shobhit and I shared for several years had to drop all his patients just last year due to accepting a different position at the hospital, which was annoying. We have only seen our new doctor, a young-ish woman who happens to be South Asian, once each, but we both rather like her. So I sent him her profile page from the Virginia Mason Medical Center website.

It would be kind of odd for all three of us to wind up with the same doctor, I was just about to say. But then, literally as I was about to start this paragraph, he wrote back, OMG, a female doctor? Ummm, nope, not happening!! Uh, well, all right then. My doctor needs to be a MAN, he says.

I know there are people with these sorts of preferences. I seriously couldn't give a shit. And actually I just took her as the one who was automatically assigned to us when our previous doctor dropped his patients. It just turns out I like her so far.

-- चार हजार और तीस-आठ --


01222017-01

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