you're a gravlax

think i have kate's cold. since i've been chintzy on the sleep i was hoping it was just a fatigue-thing, but we're getting full-fledged here. bummer.

i would kill for a bagel and lox. and capers. and red onion. my god. i'm not even hungry. walked in the door tonight and cyn had made pasta. talk about service! i keep telling everyone how much better at being a housewife she is than i ever was. i was the worst housewife ever! i suck in a supporting role, i know.

kodi eats romaine lettuce when she's hungry. she actually sat and begged when i was eating salad. what kind of vicious man-eating monster wants to eat lettuce? they're galloping around the house right now playing with the hot dog squeaky. am i making any sense here? i feel like i'm lacking linear progression.

i had the worst lunch today. crapity crap on top of crap with crap sauce. the things we eat when we're too lazy to plan ahead. i actually get depressed when my food sucks. chris went to the westin and got me a sammich, but it was 4:30 and i didn't feel like eating at that point.

head cold...

wakka wakka wakka. golden, the IT dude, likes to chat with me on msn despite the fact that he sits about 8 feet away. i think he's more confident in his written english than conversational. at about 6 tonight he sent me a chinese song, called white moon, and asked me if i lived with my family, then asked me to dinner. when i told him the song was cool, he agreed, but said also, 'not always cool. sometimes sadly.' awww. gotta love the golden.

the office folk are very curious about my life. i understand that they have a certain expectation - i'm the most full-fledged foreigner in the office - that i won't eat in the canteen, that i always take taxis, that i drink a lot of coffee. taking the metro and seeing me in the canteen is always cause for surprise, but i guess i act like a foreigner in lots of other ways, so i can't pretend like i fit in. it's ok. everyone's super nice, even if they do talk about me constantly... especially our ayi. she likes to have what seems like a running commentary on what i do... i am drinking hot water, i like the red tea, i'm washing my cup. she likes to fill me in on things, too. there's drinks in the fridge, don't buy them yourself! here's soap for the dishes. do i have a headache? here's where the medicine is.

i think HR has taken to posting helpful hints on our bulletin board. today it was the food pyramid (the old one). fats and sweets - use sparingly! last week there were some diagrams on desk stretches you can do. everything's in chinese, so i just look at pictures and pick out the characters i know and try to piece together a sentence (doesn't happen).

our ayi cuts fruit up for us in the afternoons, and slices lemons every morning so we can add to our tea. i know it's her job, but i can't help but feel like she's the absolute bomb when the honey jar is filled or i see a pile of sliced apples on a plate. she's even fearless about dealing with our exceptionally expensive, fully automated swiss-made espresso machine. i would be fucking terrified - that thing costed thousands of dollars, USD. juro is not cheap.

apparently everyone in the office was really excited when they heard about my half-breededness. that fact, more than anything about me, spread like wildfire. even the store staff asked if i speak korean. they all want to learn korean and were hoping i'd teach them. i asked angela, finally, why everyone in the office gives a flying shit about me being half-half. apparently korean everything is super trendy right now - the dramas, the fashion, the music. i guess japanese culture is on the way out..? i wonder if the boys that wear their hair all fucked-up and spiky/fried/crazy realize where that trend originated. wasn't korea, kids...

guess WHAT?! it's not even 10 and i'm heading to bed. drugged myself and stepping into never never land. night, babies.