i'm on day 57 now, and have officially violated the bone marrow transplant diet by having a smoothie with fresh fruit yesterday, and a few vegetables on my burrito today. i don't care anymore, i need nutrients, and pill-form vitamins are just not enough. my white count is normal, so if anyone preparing the food had any sort of disease, i should be able to fight it with no real problem. don't tell my mom, she might have me locked up for my own protection. i only 'might' deserve it. :)
now that i have a chance to do so, let me take a moment to make a public service announcement regarding gratuity. ever since i took up a job where tips are a large part of the income, i've paid much more attention to tipping. i appreciate that it's sometimes hard to tell who one should tip, and how much- i once made a friend call another friend who used to deliver furniture in order to find out if i should tip the guys who delivered my futon; turns out it's not necessary there- but i say, use the restaurant rule. personally, i always tip 20 percent, unless i have food actually thrown on me, so i would tip the guy delivering the 15 dollar pizza 3 bucks. and the hairdresser deserves the same. yes, this whole psa began because i was recently tipped 2 dollars for a 60 dollar service. i'm not mad, cause it was a high school kid, and when i was that age, i had no idea about tipping either. i guess it's just karma coming to bite me in the ass. but anyways, tip your servers, and hairdressers, and cabbies, and bartenders. (at least a dollar a drink, if you know what's good for you!)
in other news, it took over an hour to travel from target in hadley to my humble little apartment in northampton. for some reason, they're still working on that crazy coolidge bridge. i'm not sure what they're doing there- every time i go by, the workers are leaning on shovels and waiting for something to happen. ah, well. two days ago, i had a visitor to my home, a gigantic moth. i decided to name him fancy and keep him forever. he spent the last two days on my living room cieling, and must be exploring the house today. i hope he is either exploring or gone out the way he came in, and not dead somewhere. poor fancy.
e-mail the crazy lady who keeps moths for pets!
