Friday, September 5, 2008


Shaant and I used to walk down the streets of Manhattan looking for Indian restaurants full of Indian customers or waiters on break speaking Italian to each other outside an Italian restaurant. That's how you know you'll get good food. Tonight, I was comforted to find that, even in Provo, I can get Chinese food delivered by a Chinese man.

Current song: Polonaise, Chopin


FamiLee said...

Sounds yummy. mmmm....please tell us about the pizza you make or serve...or whatever. What is your boss like? Oh and do you make anything cheeseless or dairy free? Just wondering.

Mark said...

Thanks for the pizza at the picnic. It was great. This book is a good look at anxiety, fwiw:

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