The woman at the desk next to me is eating, and has eaten for the past four days, the most vile smelling sandwiches in the history of sandwiches. I asked her what she was eating today and she said it was canned chicken. She said she gets 10 cans for $3. I figure a 6-pack of Nuggets from McDonald's, which I'm sure is just barely passable meat costs about $4. If you do the math that's $0.66 per nugget. Her sandwiches contain about 4 nuggets worth of meat. Which works out to about $.06 per nuggets worth of meat. By my numerical and nasal observations, I'd say she is eating something akin to pure horse shit. *

I went to my second Yankee game of the year last night. The seats weren't as good as last time, but the game was far better and the fact that there's only 11 games left and the season's coming down to the wire created a far better atmosphere. Here's the view from Section 12 in the loge level:

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I've been listening to Jets to Brazil a lot. Particularly Cat Heaven off of Perfecting Loneliness. My eyes have started welling up over the more romantic Lawrence Arms lyrics. So, it's happened again. Head's in a tail-spin, heart's in the blender. I hate caring and wish I could figure out how so many other people I know seem to be able to not give a fuck. --