Stay at Work

This will be brief. I promise. It may be boring, but it will be brief.

I arrived home today very, very early (in comparison to recent months). Even after my wife and I stopped at Clay Pit for an uninspired, yuppie-style, Americanized, underwhelming Indian dinner (none of which was planned), we got home early. I was driving the car and I forced the issue...we'll leave before 5:30! We missed that, but not by far. We headed toward home and I suggested a cheesy Mexican restaurant with cheap enchiladas on Wednesdays. We were on our way...but then I realized what those Velveeta-infused tubes tasted like and I offered an alternative. Anyway, we ultimately ended up at Clay Pit. Not real Indian food, methinks. They do not understand, either, what constitutes 'medium spicy' or 'very spicy.' I like the latter, I got the younger brother of the former. Much younger. Oh, well.

Once we finished our dinners (lamb vindaloo and goat curry) [KathyF, I'm sorry...I am trying), we decided to head home. We got here and realized (at least I did) that there is no reason to come home after work...work awaits me here in the form of email, phone calls, etc.. So, I will stay there from now on. It's a bitch.