cont'd

wednesday

24. nothing much happens really.

25.1. h.y. has us for dinner, and his wife and kid tag along. i spend the entire journey to silver spring listening to their one-year-old daughter telling me that "we're going to go mum-mum". what starts out as "precocious" quite quickly degenerates into "annoying as all hell". but you know how i feel about kids.

25.2. it's "chinese" again. the restaurant is zagat-rated, and i'm beginning to think that that's a sham. (am i right von?)

25.3. the more i eat, the more i realise that all i really want is a $2 bowl of lor mee with heaping amounts of garlic, vinegar and chili.

25.4. on the journey back, h.y.'s daughter is still of the opinion that "we're going to go mum-mum". i try to disillusion her, but she's most adamant.

26. i don't win the lottery.