Rainy North End Loud Neighbor Sock Hop Blues

I was sick all weekend, it rained and was "hey, it's Winter, put away your flip flops you kook" cold for the first time and I watched On the Waterfront. I now have a fairly serious crush on Marlon Brando, although my friend M says that it is completely understandable because they really don't make them like that anymore. I appreciate friends who can say things like that to you. It makes you feel like your 90 years old and you can now rightfully substitute wistful condescension for the sentimental nostalgia you feel for everything belonging to your own era or just the feeling you are being left out or left behind.

I am especially fond of egg salad. Especially with chopped onions and maybe a tomato slice. I'm not pretending that is meaningful to anyone but me, but I am going to stop writing now and make an egg salad sandwich.