cocaine crazy

it's freud time again. i finally finished my second paper, and i've saved the two horrible ones for last. whoo. hoo.

dinner with pg's family was at a coffee shop next door, and it turned out that a friend of mine works there. it was weird having him wait on us. also, pg didn't realize that i've gone vegan until tonight, even though i recall discussing it with her. she thought that the last two times we've eaten out i was just curious about their tofu options.

for the record, i'm not pleased with espresso bar's tofu handling. i'm okay with *okay* tofu, but if you're going to offer me dry and tasteless i'll go with something else.

just as we were on our way out botchman, his artsy partner-in-crime and his ex walked in so i said goodbye to the family and pg and sat down for a cup of coffee with them. it was a nice reminder than in a week and a bit i'll be (essentially) on summer vacation.

right. let's do this. even if reading oneself to sleep with psychoanalysis textbooks can't be a recipe for healthy dreaming.