On Saturday, my fiancé took me to a local Italian restaurant called Graffiti. I love the place because they provide you with white paper table cloth and a set of crayons, and you can draw on the table between foods. The best art works are displayed on the walls to inspire people's inner artists. I naturally embraced this opportunity to doodle while eating, although I find it slightly sad how gratifying it was to have some random passers-by and the waiters complimenting me on my sketches. But I guess anyone likes their ego being stroked.

On a more mundane, but very important, note, I finally got a job. o/