I'm working on several important projects at present. These include:
1. Trying all the donuts at Dunkin' Donuts. When I was a child, my father would sometimes pick up donuts for the family on Saturday mornings. He would always get two kinds: glazed and chocolate frosted. Until I left home, I don't think I ever tried any other flavor--except, of course, for those little white powdered donuts from Hostess, which, by the way, I always associate with this kid Nick whose parents were friends with mine. He stayed with us one time for a few days while they were out of town, and he got to eat chicken nuggets and powdered donuts for like every single meal because his mom said that's all he'd eat. I was so jealous because of course the rest of us still had to choke down the usual green beans and broccoli stalks and such.
Anyhow, the point is, I've decided to expand my donut horizons. Every Wednesday, I try a new offering from the pink tissue-lined baskets displayed behind the cash register at my local Dunkin' Donuts. This week I sampled something called a "glazed stick." It tasted like diabetes.
2. Eating my way through the Pedway. You're going to think I have an overeating problem. But I swear I don't. The donut thing only applies to Wednesday mornings. And with this one, I'm simply lunching every day at a different spot in the subterranean archipelago of shops and restaurants underneath the Loop. I would like to cover the entire system, but I need a map.
3. Watching every episode of Upstairs, Downstairs. Is it me, or do the Bellamys have the most troublesome, drama-causing servants ever? I'm only midway through the first season, and they've already been involved in a suicide, an out-of-wedlock pregnancy, a kidnapping, and a homosexual affair with a German spy. I know good help is hard to find, but sheesh.
ELSEWHERE:
My review of Dream Theatre Company's Ismene is in this week's Time Out Chicago.
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