Shitty Ketchup

Hello dears. Let me tell you something about sinking feelings. Today my coworker Fiona came up to the office and said "Hey, that deli across the street is closed. I don't know, some yellow sign on the door said they were closed." I thought, 'That's weird, it must be some kind of Jewish holiday or something.' So afterwork I go across the street to the deli, as I am sometimes wont to do, to buy cigarettes. And then I remember the sign, and then I see the sign and it says "Closed by the New York Department of Health and Mental Welfare." And then I remember the sandwiches I ate. And then I think about how many fucking filthy places there are in New York, and how those are still open. So for a place to actually get shut down, there must have been shit in the ketchup or something. For the rest of the day all I've been doing is trying not to think about that deli.

I'm trying to blog more, call it an October resolution. We'll see how it goes.