001. The Serpent Does Not Cook
Never again will I leave the unpacking of my belongings to others, I swear. Apparently the movers who I entrusted with my possessions seemed to think that my Compendium belonged with the cookbooks for some ungodly reason. Now why on earth would I look there? I've been wondering where it was for a good three months now, although I haven't exactly had time for it with the Eli Lilly account meeting coming up. I trust I haven't missed anything terribly interesting. And no, semi-nude pictures do not count as interesting.
Although it is wonderful to be back in New York again. And not just because I was starting to think I would never get the smell of patchouli out of my hair. Someone really ought to erect a buildboard in the Haight to remind people that a liberal dousing of patchouli oil does not in any way substitute for a proper shower.
Although it is wonderful to be back in New York again. And not just because I was starting to think I would never get the smell of patchouli out of my hair. Someone really ought to erect a buildboard in the Haight to remind people that a liberal dousing of patchouli oil does not in any way substitute for a proper shower.