Friday, November 15, 2002
This morning I woke up having absolute clarity of last night's play and decided it was brilliant. It was storytelling and drama as I had never seen before, and it reminded me of the DVD Patrick and I recently saw: Mulholland Drive by David Lynch. However, The Bombay Trunk was significantly better than Lynch's work because it eventually made sense to me. I might spend the rest of my life and never figure out what the miniature people crawling under the door meant in Mulholland Drive. I left home without eating breakfast because I was promised something to eat for our all-day training meeting for some software called PharmCAS. I arrived at the bus stop at 7:15 AM. The 7:22 AM bus did not show up. I waited for 40 minutes thinking it might be just a little late, but it just never showed up. The 7:49 AM bus showed up, and I got on it. I got to work at about 8:12 AM, already late for the meeting which started at 8:00 AM. However, since my stomach had been growling and hurting for the past hour, I figured I couldn't just go to the meeting on an empty stomach. Since I was late, all the food was probably gone or I'd look like a fool making a pig of myself while everyone else had gotten started with the meeting. So I went to the cafeteria and spent US$3.24 for scrambled eggs, 2 slices of pork sausage, 2 slices of wheat toast, and 2 wedges of deep-fried shredded potatoes. With my stomach full, I felt better heading to the meeting. Turned out the meeting started late because a lot of the attendees waited for a shuttle that didn't arrive or broke down or something like that. I had lunch with James at Burger King.