oh, & then we stopped by the pizza place & i got a ziti slice. which means, basically, a slice of pizza with an inch of baked ziti on top of it. & it was tasty. i'd been craving one since i saw peter have one the night before. anyhow, then on the train ride home, i saw a spilt can of steel reserve! where are these trig motherfuckers getting steel reserve? anyhow, shit! i hear the bells of the thrift-fish truck coming through- i've gotta go catch it & get some second-hand calamari!