it was a meh day. i'm not sure what kind of day it was supposed to be, but the outcome has definitely been meh.

i fell asleep pretty early last night, so i was up and at 'em in time for mystery science theater 3000 this morning. of course, i lost interest in the episode about an hour into it -- it was one of those B&W 1950s space movies, and i soooo prefer the '70s cheeseball monster flicks -- and decided to get a shower and stuff in prep for the afternoon.

the afternoon. let's see. it was highly promising, if only because of lunch. i drove my parents down to historic ellicott city, where my favorite restaurant is: cacoa lane. (that's the name of the restaurant, not the location. the location is main street, in case you'd care to comply with my recommendation.) i haven't been there since the week before thanksgiving, so my mouth had been watering for cacoa lane since we'd decided to go there earlier in the week. so we got a table, and i glanced at the menu to see if they had my favorite dish -- the club wrap -- inside. they didn't, so i assumed they'd given us the pricey menu. i asked the waitress for the light-fare menu, and she replied, "that is the light-fare menu." i glanced back through it to make sure. "i don't see the wraps in here," i said. "we don't have the wraps anymore," she replied.

i was crestfallen.

no wraps? what gives? how could they just yank them off the menu like that? grilled chicken and bacon and herb mayonnaise and fresh vegetables all in a yummy tomato tortilla ... and they just DON'T HAVE THEM ANYMORE?!?!

so i ordered a club sandwich. which turned out to be grilled chicken and bacon and herb mayonnaise and fresh vegetables on white bread. it actually tasted pretty much the same. so i left placated, even if i was about to spaz out for about 15 minutes there.

incidentally, my mom asked the waitress why they discontinued the wraps, and the waitress said it was because they just weren't selling so well. this makes me sad, because i feel as though i was single-handedly keeping those wraps on the menu. seriously. i used to go down to cacoa with friends once every two weeks at the least, and i'd always order a wrap. since i got back from thanksgiving "vacation" (it's in quotes because it wasn't much of one), i've been too insanely busy with work and other stuff to go downtown. so that's what it was. i was seeing other dishes, so the club wrap moved on.

club wrap, you were the best ever. i hope one day you'll come back to me, baby. and other barry white-isms.

after lunch, we stopped by the gallery to say hi to olga, and then we went to the candy store for some fudge. main street is always fun. i just wish it weren't so damn cold outside. (and from now on, whenever i type the phrase "so damn cold," i'm going to hear avril lavigne. argh.)

rest of the afternoon, i watched today's homoerotic episode of x-men: evolution (why was scott walking around bare-nippled for 80% of the episode?), and then i went to marley station and the new library in crofton to do some glen burnie research for the sun article i'm writing.

marley station. wow. how the mighty have fallen. 10 years ago, that mall was the place to be. now it's a dumpster. kind of depressing. what's even sadder is how these huge clumps of teenyboppers still hang out there, like it was 1993. i felt like going up to one of them, grabbing the kid by the shoulders and screaming, "you know this is like hanging out at k-mart, right?!?!"

so not long ago, i got back from olga and john's. i stopped by to give her her slightly late graduation present and her obnoxiously late birthday present. we hadn't seen each other since new year's, so we had a spot of chit-chat over a refreshing glass of minute maid orange soda. goals were discussed. see, on new year's, we discussed goals. i realized tonight that i don't really have a concrete list of what i hope to accomplish in 2003. so here goes.

1. get physically fit. i'm not sure what that means, exactly. but i'll know when i get there. and 11 lbs. off is a good start.

2. get a tattoo. this will come after i'm physically fit, of course, because then i'll be willing to show it off.

3. get my navel pierced. don't ask. just something i always thought was sexy. but ditto above. physically fit ... show it off. though i'm a little scared right now after the story olga told me about hers.

4. master the guitar. i bought a guitar last winter. time to wipe the dust off and do something with it.

5. play a set somewhere. this will happen at the ass-end of 2003. you know, when i'm fit and tattooed and pierced. probably at an open-mic night somewhere. in front of a lot of friends who will tell me how great i am even though i'll suck. i've been working on some stuff, and, well, so far, so good.

6. open a savings account. self-explanatory.

7. start looking for my own place. i say "start looking" because it's realistic. i don't really make enough right now to know if this goal will come to be, but, well, you never know. that's where the savings'll come in handy.

so those are kinda scattershot and jotted-down, but they're there. so now i can keep myself on task.

and/or you can too.