tuesday snoozeday.

what a sleepy day. i mean, not that i've been sleeping all day. i've just been sleepy.

today i took the bus downtown to meet hank for (our last champaign) lunch at the esquire, which was a nice little old-timer joint. we were probably the only people in there under thirty-five. i wish i'd known at the outset that we could eat peanuts and throw the shells all over the ground. we'll just have to make a next time, hopefully. too bad i didn't know about this place until i was on the way out the door.

afterward, i walked around downtown, hitting up all the little vintage shops i love and hank hates. there was a really nice little set of six white bowls and six matching plates from the former west germany at the furniture lounge for $15, but being that we don't actually need dishes, i had to pass. i hope someone good gets them though. (i'm secretly still thinking about going back for them. shhh.)

today gemma decided that pizza is her favorite food. she has been constantly sneaking off into the kitchen, trying to get the pizza box (only the one with ham pizza; apparently she's not into mushrooms) off the kitchen table. she succeeded once, but luckily the entire box slid, right side up, off and onto the floor. no pizza for gemma, despite her valiant efforts. so far she's really into butter, christmas cookies, alcoholic beverages, and pizza. such a palette.

we watched lost in translation tonight and it was good--sad and sweet and happy all at once. it's going to drive me nuts trying to think up all the things bill murray could've whispered in her ear at the end. i'm pretty sure that was the point. well, probably the point of that part was more complex than that, involving the whole comforting anonymity and safety of being in a crowd. what a really wonderful scene.