Yeah, soooo it’s not happening anymore.
I woke up exhausted — partially because it was absolutely necessary that I catch up on the latest episode of FlashForward before I fell asleep. (Has anyone else watched? Holy crap, I’m in such anticipation this for week’s episode that I feel actual pain! I mean, you-know-who is obviously NOT going to take out you-know-who-else but if (s)he doesn’t you know (s)he’s done for… gone… history!! I’m on the edge of my seat just thinking about it…)
But that didn’t explain the complete fog my brain was in. I spent an hour in front of my computer trying to come up with ‘in-depth, investigative’ questions for my 11am interview, and for an hour I stared, typed, erased, retyped and stared some more. I had a double dose of my lemon-flavored sugar water, and topped it off with some herbal tea in hope my brain would confuse it for caffeine.
I was more brain dead than any morning-after during college graduation week. WTF??
As soon as my call was done — and I was finished acting like am bumbling fool who learned to speak English YESTERDAY — I messaged my co-worker with a request for accompaniment to Hale & Hearty.
She was hesitant — which I appreciated — not wanting to contribute responsibility for my giving up. And she wanted me to check with the boyf beforehand so he wouldn’t place blame on her. (I didn’t check with the boyf. I was going for soup whether I had accompaniment or not.)
And a half an hour later, sitting at the South Street Seaport with a fabulous view of the Brooklyn Bridge…
… I ate the best Curried Cauliflower Chickpea Tomato soup ever to exist!