So after an extremely long day at work yesterday and very little food (no breakfast, tomato mozzarella sammich for lunch) I finally got home about 9:30 and had decided on pizza at the place below my flat.
As I’m approaching my flat on my bike amongst the massive throngs of people I managed to catch the Italian restaurant readerboard with my pedal and knocked it over. I got dirty looks from everyone…I stopped to fix the sign, but really people you put a sign in front of my flat…I don’t hang out on your street.
Anyways after that I didn’t want to show my face at the restaurant, so I ended up staying in and just having crisps (purchased for “Feed me. Feed me. Feed me”). Not a very satisfying dinner, but was exhausted after the day and last couple weeks at work…but in a good way. It was great to feel like I’m doing something important at work.

Marius: You and Eric are not typical americans.
that’s why he’s 2.0.