Hey Jakey,

This is our new favorite taqueria. It's a mere steps away from my office door, so at least once a week, I'll pick up burritos for dinner on my way home. They have a salsa bar, the tastiest salsa being the hot reddish-brown stuff, of a thin gruel-like consistency. The nice lady behind the counter throws in my generic Mexican sodas for free. The young man who assembles the burritos looks like Rico Suave, circa 1991. Also pictured: you enjoying said burritos.



In other news, Angela from "The Office" mentioned me in her myspace blog yesterday. Fun! Granted, it was only to point out what an idiot I am regarding certain plot points of recent "Office" episodes, but.... me! She mentioned me by name!

I've been given permission to go home early from work today, cuz the servers are down, and we have no idea when they'll be up again. This was an hour ago. I'm basically killing time right now, because there is a showing of "United 93" at 2pm. I really want to see this, but I'm terrified. I've heard all sorts of stories of emotionally-wrenched women sobbing uncontrollably during this movie. And, given the fact that I cry nowadays when a certain hot dog commercial comes on TV, or when my rice turns out sticky, I just might not be able to handle it. Oh well, I'll sit by an exit.

Maybe I should leave *now* so I can pick up snax and such. I'll be back with a report later. Love you!

EDIT:

United 93 was an excellent movie. It was shot in a kind of real-time, documentary style, rather than in the sticky-sweet sentimental style of the made-for-TV movie that came out a couple of months ago. So-- no lingering scenes of maudlin cell-phone calls and the people back home, and saying the Lord's Prayer. Lots of action from the air traffic control centers and claustrophobic scenes of rattled, anonymous passengers. I was exhausted when the movie was over. A definite must-see. I encourage everyone to check it out.