9.3.09

I had 7 people come through my door at various points throughout the day. I still have one guest sitting next to me who just subscribed to my blog. Another reader!

Today I made two meals, the second one I wasn't planning on. I would say it was pretty ghetto. I was thrust a crumbled paper bag with ingredients and told "Here...you cook." I almost forgot - on the paper bag was scribbled "Michael."

Since I'm talking about people who came through my door I might as well highlight questions I was asked:

"So what do you do again?"
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Are you seeing anyone?"
"How long were you unemployed for?"
"How do I insert a picture onto Powerpoint?"