magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

went to the met for brunch and i couldn't bring myself to eat anything there. i started making a salad. i was reaching for the greens, and just stopped. said to myself: i can't do this. i think i might really have to move into an apartment next year. find time to cook my own food.

so i went and ate the lunch buffet at the indian place on thayer. it's a bit weird eating indian food for breakfast, but it beat the met.

worked on the text for my final performance all afternoon. i'm still not exactly sure how the piece is going to turn out, and the performance is less than two days away. but that's what tomorrow is for.

at dinner the cook who is in charge of hot food asked how i was doing. i said i'd be better if there was anything i could eat. he said what about the noodles. plain noodles? i said. he told me he'd stir-fry some stuff from the salad bar. so complaining sometimes pays off.

futurama was on when i passed the lounge on my way back. so i stopped and watched tv. i had been thinking about going to see the movie in the auditorium, antz, but stuck around to watch the simpsons and the x-files instead. that's the most tv i've ever watched at risd.

briefly met gregg, the scottish guy who's staying in my room for the next week and a half. he was dropping some stuff off. we didn't really talk.