sample this (featuring why the hell do i stay up so late?)

my thwarted attempt to embark on a short stroll tonight was terribly pathetic. aside from wearing my red shoes (which are apparently only worn by evil people) which for some reason make my left foot's arch feel as tho it's been punched for a week, i so wasn't into walking. i was so drowsy and lethargic thruout the entire walk, i felt like a petulant child whose mother was pushing her along against her will. at one point, i sort of spaced out entirely and nearly fell asleep. felt like a GD somnambulist. got to windsor street and thought it best to turn around and return to my nest.

(t)here i chilled avec ma frere, partook of green, hehehed and cackled euphorically, ate soy toast, took tea.

spoke with an apparent polygamist. i have enough trouble with one. as if.

so, some thoughts on sample trays: in theory, the idea of uncontolled samples is revolting, but i fall to this temptation often. but just to give you a sampling of my observations from working in a few environments where samples are apleny:

i have seen children take samples of soda, wince/cringe in distaste and replace their sipped-from cup on the table amongst the rest

i have seen little kids take samples without their parents there ('nuff said?)

i have seen people with colds take samples

i have seen people finger several of the other samples

i have seen people eat while leaning over the sample plate, dropping salivated-on crumbs on others' samples

i have seen people with the dirtiest hands ever and other displays of questionable or non-existant personal hygenine dive into the chip bowl

and worst of all, my coworker witnessed a man with an open, festering wound dip his hand into a jar of hand cream, rub on, and reapply. if she had not seen this and had not hucked this jar....

anyway. there's what i see, and what you already knew, but didn't wanna think of.