whine whine whine and complain

I am burnt out and i can't believe i'm not sick.
On wednesday i worked more than ten hours.
On thursday i went to class for eight hours and then i went to work for eight hours and i didn't get home until after midnight.
On friday i was at work for twelve hours but the last two and a half hours were a trunk show and i got to ingest wine and try on clothes.
On saturday i worked my normal shift and only got testy with the customers the last hour or so i was there.
Now it's sunday, beautiful work-free sunday and tonight we go to jesse's costume/birthday party and all day i've done nothing but buy three plants and some frozen food.
I have to study for my grading/production pattern-making midterm. I have to sew up some denim stylings. I have to design some evening wear. I didn't get to make my awesome halloween costume. I pissed off hae-eun by flaking out on some plans we made. I pissed off daniel by being jerky and demanding. I haven't been eating very well and when I do I eat way too fast. I bought Raphael and Jonah birthday presents. I am the best babysitter ever. I have a really hard time seeing beyond my little world so I hope you don't mind if I don't call or write or consider your feelings. I need a new haircut. I'm sick of being a slob. And I am so sick of my apartment I can't even think about how awful the moving process will be we have so much crap. Also, I am so sick of my apartment I can't help but be a slob. And i'm lazy when i'm home which isn't nearly often enough. I can't help but think this might all be in vain.

Sometimes i fear that lack of close relationships in my life is cause for remorse, anxiety and shame. Then I remember that I have mm and I know that it is, as always, quality, not quantity.

However, he has chosen to take a nap and it is 9.30 pm friday and I am bored bored bored. There's only one remedy for this: sewing. Because, not only is it fun and, increasingly, my life, but my sewing machine is in the bedroom and it is loud to boot. Then he will wake up and entertain me.

I bought a new sweater. If you see me and I am wearing it, please give me compliments because I paid way too much for it and those kind words are like money in the bank for my over-indulged ego.

oakland grill

They claim it's "VOTED TOP 100 Restaurant in the USA" but I don't see how that's possible. It's not a bad looking place, at 11.30 am on a sunday there were a good number of people eating there and we didn't have to wait for a table. The exterior is painted blue, such that it is easily spotted amongst the neighboring produce warehouses with their collapsable black iron gates and roll down doors. Inside there is wood and brick and closely set tables and random paintings on the walls. They have a specials board on a stand that they bring around to your table and set in front of you--well, unless you're us. Not that either of us would have ordered the blackened pork chop breakfast or the mixed seafood platter but, ah, the injustice. I had a hard time choosing between the potato pancakes and the crab cake benedict. I can't help but wonder if my impression would have turned out better had i ordered the latter. So, the potato pancake (note the absence of plurality) was large, slightly rubbery and underseasoned. Unfortunately, I like my cakes thin, crisp on the outside, soft and fluffy within and with a good amount of onion and seasonings. I also like them with sour cream and applesauce and they gave only the sour cream in a little plastic container with a lid, like the kind you put your salsa in at a taqueria. Even though it was enormous and I didn't finish it, I couldn't help but feel cheated by the fact that there was only this one cake when it distinctly said pancakes on the menu. On top of this monstrosity sat my two over easy eggs. The yolks were perfectly runny so they definitely earned points there. Next to this sat a turkey sausage, as promised, which had been split lengthwise and grilled a sufficient amount. I also ordered a side of biscuits because I was feeling the pangs of gluttony and I love the buttery flakiness of good biscuits. Sadly, these were not them. A bit tough and overly hot and steamy, it appeared these had emerged from some time in the microwave. The jam with which they were served was properly chunky with strawberries and I had a hard time understanding this imbalance.
The man had the blackened catfish with eggs--overeasy, same as me, home fries (greasy and orange with oily spices and way too many onions), and burnt rye toast. Well, half the toast was burnt, the other half not so much.
Overall, a disappointing meal.
Would I go back? Maybe, if only to try the crab cakes benedict but not likely to occur any time soon.
Oakland Grill
301 Franklin Street
Oakland, CA 94607
510.835.1176