ember

Tonight I went to a Malaysian cuisine place called the "Banana Leaf" with several of my coworkers and some other cool people. The food was okay, but it was quickly dubbed it "Banana Peel", in part because the service was very poor. Our waitress wasn't attentive at all and almost seemed like she was avoiding us. I guess because we were in a party of eight and it's kind of daunting for someone who doesn't speak much English.

Afterwards I hung out with Kevin and his girlfriend Amanda (two peeps I work with) at their place for awhile and played a little bit of Mario 2. Wow, that took me back. Of course no one bothered handing me the controller until after we'd warped to world 6 with all the crazy sand ostriches and shit that you ride on. That's where I always end up dying.

Tomorrow I'm going to to a little place called Naked Chocolate with a lot of the same people to indulge in some great tasting (and horribly bad for you) chocolaty treats. And anyone who's been reading my previous blog entries knows that I REALLY need some fucking chocolate.

I'm really pissed that it's cold and windy outside because cold air leaks in through my windows like mad when that happens. I have the radiator turned all the way up and I can still feel cold wintry air blasting onto my hands as I type. Sleeping in here while I slowly turn into an ice cube should be fun.