Today's lunch: vegan tunafish* sandwich on whole wheat with spring greens and CHEETOS. Mmm.
On my way back from Whole Foods, where I purchased:
vegan tunafish* salad
whole wheat bread
[all for a bargain $19.10],
I remembered this weird dream I had last night:
I had a job interview, so I ran into the hair salon 30 minutes before the interview begging Leah, the Colornatrix, to cut my hair. She did. And, fortunately, the office where I was to interview was right next door. Isn't it neat how dreams do that?
I walked into the interview and the first thing the Office Assistant tells me is that the man interviewing me is Japanese and doesn't speak good English, so they communicate in ... wait for it ... fluent Latin.
I'm all, like, uh, OK. I had Latin in high school for two years, but it's a little rusty. And, then, the interviewer came out and spoke to me in perfect-fucking-English. So, um, what up with that high-brow Latin shit?
Not that I said it in that exact way, and he went on about how only highly intelligent people can speak fluent Latin and that's the only kind of people he wants to hire.
So, I said, in perfectly fluent Japanese [and isn't it funny how my Japanese is *always* perfectly fluent in my dreams, but quite a bit less so when I'm awake?], "I may not speak fluent Latin, but I do speak the second most useless language in the world, Japanese."
And I walked out of the office. And woke up really thirsty. And got a drink of water. And went back to bed.
*Ever wondered why people say "tunafish" instead of "tuna?" I have no idea. Is it a Southern thing? Seems a little odd now that I think about it though...