The Dinnertime Blues

I got da blues.
I got da blues.
Oh dose dinnertime blues.

Don't know what to cook,
Don't have no fresh food.
All i gots to eat is stuff
That's practically already chewed,
I got da blues.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, i got da blues.


Thank you, thank you. One and all. That was the world premier of the dinner time blues. The real problem, of course, being that i have TONS of canned food, but no real way of making it all work together cohesively. And i'm not quite in the mood for another one of those amazing soups that i make. To be fair, i'm not really sure what i am in the mood for. Therein lies the difficulty and source of indecision. The other real problem is a larger one, which is that i can't walk to the store right now because my knees are KILLING ME. And what can we blame this on? What is the one thing that Lindsay hates more than anything else in Boston? That's right boys and girls, the B-line. No matter how early i get on the train, i'm lucky to find a seat. If i do find one, i'm fine except for the nausea and slight claustrophobia. If i don't find one, my knees will have hell to pay, what with all the stops and starts and stops and starts along Comm Ave, and then all the stops and starts underground because there are more trains in front of it, and all the curves and corners. It's not like riding the red line where you rarely even have to hold on to the rail if you are even inconvenienced with having to stand. No, the green line really jerks you around. And what takes the brunt of this attack? Your knees.

OK, so i'm a little down today. Maybe it's because i'm PMSing, or maybe it's because i miss school so much, or maybe it's because i don't really like my job (and i'm feeling the conflict between wanting to find something else and feeling like i wouldn't find people as great as there are here) and am not getting paid enough for it and have to choose between health insurance and eating. It's definitely a combo of all of the above.

An anonymous co-worker (well, the co-worker's name will remain undisclosed for the sake of his/her privacy) advised me to start looking for another job just in case, because i might not make enough to get health insurance AND eat (which are things i have to choose between right now). But when my housemate who doesn't have a college degree is making two more dollars an hour than i am, getting full benefits, and i have to pay for health insurance if i want it, i'm starting to wonder.

On the optimistic side of things, i still haven't got "The Davinci Code" in the mail, so that has given me the time to almost finish "The Hogfather" by Terry Pratchett... and i will be reading in a frenzy all weekend to get the other book read. It will be fun and will give my life purpose. I love having a book club.

ALSO, i have a free three month membership to the Bally Gym because some promotion that the Discovery store and channel did is actually coming through! A couple weekends ago i went with my friends Claudette and April to the Burlington Mall to sign up for this promo that we assumed to be bogus. But we thought, "what the hell?" and it came through! YAY!

In other good news, i have had a very good past couple of days after work. Monday night, i went out to dinner at a Thai restaurant (affordable AND delectable) and we talked and talked and talked -- it was great catching up. We are formulating some Saturday afternoon plans. Last night, Dan and i went to see "The Graduate" at the Colonial Theatre. This particular tour has been getting some pretty shitty reviews, and honestly, from what i saw, it deserves them. Lorraine Bracco put in a good performance, though at times it felt like she was phoning it in. The kid who payed the lead Benjamin was absolute gray chaulk on muted pavement. His performance was dry, and i didn't sense any chemistry between him and Mrs. Robbinson at all. Their first encounter felt totally out of the blue and unbelievable.

Nevertheless, Dan and i had a wonderful time. One of the clients at work got us free tickets, so it's not as if i felt like i had to get what i payed for. Not to mention that it's worth it just to be seated inside the Colonial Theatre, which is gorgeous, has amazing accoustics, and is generally one of those gilt, be-sculptured, be-velvetted old theatres with winding stairways and seats that are too small for your winter jackets and most men.