Captain’s Log, Stardate 2011.1
Commander J.B. here.
Location: Grams.
Setting: work desk
Spring break started at approximately 12:15 today. But if I am documenting accurately, I neglected to attend my recitation today. So it really started at 9:30 yesterday morning. As that was the day of birth commemorating yours truly, I took it upon myself to hand in necessary work and concentrate on other matters. Such as finding socks. Suffice to say, I had no luck in that area – but there will be other opportunities.
In other news, the weather conditions today afforded me the chance to appreciate Central Park and parts of Upper West Side. Although some might have considered it a chilly, coat-wearing day, I was content in my lighter brown hooded bomber jacket. Plans were established to meet an ally named Jane, who possesses a vibrant shade of yellow hair and a devastatingly cool collection of Star Wars and Beatles memorabilia, for breakfast. Unfortunately, she was thwarted temporarily by matters of economics at the local bank, and our breakfast plans were changed to lunch.
Fortunately for me, this allotted me more time to admire my settings. I happened across Strawberry Fields for a term. Parked on a park bench, listened to a few tour group leaders recite information about the area and a Mr. John Lennon, wrote some poems, took a few photographs for evidence.
Overall, today was a success. Scrambled eggs, bagels and The Social Network all shared with good company makes me hopeful that this break will be acceptable. I leave for my native soil tomorrow morning for a short reunion with the family. I expect multitudes of Irish Soda Bread upon my arrival, as my mother has informed. Then I shall return to New York to enjoy the rest of break.
Captain’s Log, Supplemental
Day three of Lent has almost passed. I have decided to sacrifice sweets and baked goods. Peanut butter has become my comfort food. Today, Jane pulled out a Hershey’s bar and offered some, and I feared the overwhelming scent of chocolate would temp me – but I graciously declined. My willpower is strong…for now.
End Log
Wait, Wait, It'll Come to Me. 