today is the day.

hey kids.
how's things?
i'm pretty excited, to be honest,
because i get to doo-doo what i love to do the most today.
work?
ew.
don't be dumb.
no.
i get to fire up some tasty jauns for my mouthface,
and then repeat and extrapolate and improvise over the next 'nother other eight days.
wait a minute-
eight days?
but,
that means it must be sandwich week.
boom.
that's what's up.
all of the edible excellence is now back on the map.
ha.
november first on a sunday?
so expert.
i'm easy like sunday morning,
but the time travel backwards was a real metaphorically b!tch-A* thing to do.
the past has been jettisoned, neighbors,
and the future is sandwiches.
really.
this morning,
i kicked it off nice and slow
with a little sesame seeded semolina-style double-decker delight.
yum.
check the morning-mealtime-type teleport:

yuuuuuuup.
i'm easing into it, friends.
you don't wanna munch up a filthy heap right away-
there's work to be done,
and dogs to walk,
and times to span-
there's plenty of nighttime dinnery dopeness to indulge in.
let's pace ourselves,
y'know,
and we'll walk down,
and eat 'em ALL.
that's wisdom.
so,
this is it.
*
also,
at the indian food spot last night,
i think i looked well and proper nicey-nice.
don't you?

haha.
we've never gotten our food faster,
i will say that much.
*
there's much to do,
and more to come,
and lots to say-
but most of it will have to willed outwards into infinite nature,
and towards the folded-over origami blueprints of secret universal planagrams.
i s'pose there's some underlying interconnectedness,
but if it doesn't reveal itself in a sandwich,
i'm certain i will miss the subtleties;
never quiet, never soft.....