I also spoke with James yesterday.  He's still in NYC, starting a new job in a bookstore.  I'd like that job.  It sounds fun, working with interesting people, chatting it up. Of course, retail sales is always a pain in the ass.  People in general are pretty stupid. And the ratio I think it growing.  So while i think working in a bookstore wold be supercool, I've worked enough cashier and waiter jobs to know that talking to idiots all day would drive me nuts. Especially in a bookstore. I can see it now:
Customer:  "Excuse me...I'm looking for this book... it's by...oh, who was it?  He has glasses... He wrote that book that that movie was based on.  You know, it was in Oprah's Book club...He was in " Parade" three months ago, talking about his dog... Oh, you know,  whats-his-name...  Do you have that book? "

    *click*
    Ka-Pow!!!

And that'd be the end of them.

I hope James is up for it.  We both have weird tolerances for stupid shit.   A lot of the stuff I find tremendously annoying, I think he's down with. But usually it's me who can deal with stuff that he can't stand.  I think overall I have more tolerance for shit, but I'm more vehement about it when i truly can't stand something.

    Anyway, it's almost time for lunch. My biggest decision of the day. I brought my lunch again today. for the second day in a row, it's Cup-a-Noodles.  It used to be one of my favorite foods as a youngster.  Hot, salty, noodly, vaguely chickeny...  Now, I eat it at work for lunch.  It's a tasty snack, but it makes a pretty poor meal. I'm trying to save money though, and at $.33 a pop, that's a pretty tough deal to beat. Chef Boyardee is ok, but that's still more than a buck.  I'm not made of money, you know.  I may splurge today though, and go get a coupla hot dogs from the street vendor. Chili, cheese, questionable meat.  My fave.