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Saturday April 29, 2000, 15:54

i had this intense desire to recount every moment of this boring saturday a couple of hours ago. i was sitting in front of the computer and i came across some weblog (weblog still feels like a dirty word for some reason) and i noticed that it was updated today, and it made some mention about a web cam and still wearing the same shirt as yesterday and whatnot, and i thought that it was really a wonderful thing.

thanks to the internet, people can know what i'm doing all the time, up to the minute if i want them to! so i was just going to sit here, fucking around and was going to write about it.

this seemed interesting for about four minutes, at which point it became entirely too boring to even consider thinking about. it was then that i decided to go make myself some soup.

see, i was considering a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for a while. such an interesting combination of textures that. the bread, spongy and dry. the peanut butter, sticky and fatty. slicker than the bread, but still a solid enough that you can just leave it out on the counter for weeks at a time without fear of it going bad. and then the jelly. slick, fruity. all together, such a feast of touch on your tongue.

i even had the bread out of the fridge and the twistie tie thing undone when i looked up at my shelf, and there it was.

tomato soup.

i'm not really sure if i remember the last time i had tomato soup. really, it all goes back to my childhood. i remember my father drinking a lot of tomato soup and i would always have a bowl of it when he did. or after school, maybe with a sandwich. tomato soup and grilled cheese on an english muffin are pretty much engrained in my head as happy, homey things.

so the excitement that hit me when i realized that i could have tomato soup for lunch was just mind boggling. in fact, i might have actually let out a little yelp of job when reaching for the can, and the moment the opener (new, with an ergonomic grip and a sexy plastic handle, replacing my old, rusty one which hurt my hand whenever i tried to use it and always slipped anyway and never opened cans properly at that) hit the lid, and the first waft of crushed tomatoes hit the air was pure extacy.

i debated for a while putting milk into the soup as opposed to water. you can add milk for a "creamier soup" and i'd never actually tried that before. but i decided against it, prefering instead the slightly watery soup of my youth.

i set the flame to a simmer and went into the living room to wait. perhaps i wated a bit too long because the next time i went into the kitchen i found a pot full of soup foam! well, this had happened to me before and luckily i knew how to handle the situation. i deftly turned off the flame and watched as the foam subsided into regular soup again. then, ladel in hand, i attacked the pot.

the warmth from the soup seeping through the bowl to my unprotected fingers was soothing. not enough to burn, but enough to say "hey, i'm soup. i'm here." i could hardly wait. but. something was missing.

saltines.

saltines as a food product were always a part of my life. i would go to the diner and order chicken noodle or chicken rice soup, and there would always be a package of saltines there. but in college i discovered that i could buy an entire box of saltines. four or eight tubes of perfectly square crackers, perforated on the edges like postage stamps, with grains of salt baked into their tops. Premium brand only. accept no substitutes.

saltines and a two liter bottle of coke got me through many a night in the theatre.

so it was complete. the tube of saltines. the bowl of tomato soup resting on a small plate so as to avoid any unforunate spilling issues, and to allow for a place to rest my spoon between sips, or while dipping crackers. the full spread in front of me (next to my keyboard as i am still lacking appropriate furniture - although i suppose i ate at my desk so as to combine my loves of soup and the internet) i proceeded to sip the soupy nectar.

bliss. pure bliss.

i hope that your saturday lunch experience was as wonderful as mine.

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