​Dateline: Wednesday

7pm: have brilliant idea to make bolognese for dinner Thursday night. Scour hard drive for secret recipe and pat self on back for being so clever.

8.14pm: find secret recipe while on a commercial break during the season finale of “America’s Next Top Model”. Applaud self for having DVR and ability to FFWD through commercials for that diet thingy that Kim Kardashian is promoting.

8.15pm: practice self loathing upon realizing that I’m watching the season finale of “America’s Next Top Model”. And actually care who wins. And know who Kim Kardashian is.

Dateline: Thursday

12.00 noon: arrive at the food of wholeness after being cut off for the last parking space by a Prius with an Obama sticker on the back (aka: EVERY Prius in southern California). So much for change.

12.17pm: purchase 8 pounds of vegetables and wonder what the cashier smoked on his lunch break and wonder if he has any extra.