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i was hoping that i would wake up feeling more cheerful, but alas, not. especially after i poured boiling chai over my hand while trying to fill a thermos. dan watched the whole performance and said, "you should use a funnel." my response is not worth noting, but it wasn't quiet.

i slunk out of the house and, on the way to work, stopped at foods of all nations hoping to find some lunch. in their deli case was one bowl of dolmas and nothing else. so i perused the sandwiches and they were at least $2 more than they were the other day. i'm not sure how that happened.

so i moved on to the belair market, a "gourmet gas station" as it's called in these parts. you can fill up your gas tank, buy an espresso, order a horomone free meat sandwich on fresh baked bread, pick up some ghirardelli chocolates or a toblerone, fill up a bag with jelly bellies, and buy a christmas present. i just got a peppered turkey sandwich on wheat bread (for about $2 less than the afore mentioned sandwiches). and a toblerone.

i thought the barnswallow would make the blahs go away but i walked into a ship wreck. everything was in chaos because tomorrow night there is an open house and the owners are madly rearranging and pricing and dusting and polishing. so i tied little ribbons on bells and polished glass and cleared away clutter and walked around with a feather duster. izzy the cat showed up and kept me company and curled up cutely in picturesque corners.

the blahs had pretty much passed by the time i picked up tashi from school. we took the scenic ride down to highway 29 (can i say fucking highway 29?) where just about every good and nasty grocery store strip mall shop plaza and chain store is in charlottesville. we did discover a small indian market on the way, tucked off on rio road. so we picked up some haldiram's moong-dal-snack and a package of naan.

why am i talking about grocery stores again?