August 12th, 2005

satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

A requiem for curry

I just missed the Right Bus this morning. It's a while between buses, so I went back inside, turned on the computer, fired up the net, put a bowl of curried rice in the microwave for breakfast, and looked on the MBTA site for the time of the next bus.

It said, "The next bus is coming NOW! RIGHT NOW! RUN! RUN! RUUUUUUUN!"

So I ran.

I had to sacrifice my bowl of curried rice. *weeps* So. Hungry.

Also, a skin tag on my neck lengthened the day before yesterday, then put out a new lobe last night and darkened. This is just a wee bit worrisome.
satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

(no subject)

Just had fresh tomatoes, farm-made mozzarella, and some sort of delicious yellow sauce on homemade bread, with an apple dumpling from a local orchard for dessert. No longer hungry.

Incidentally, if you're in downtown Boston, you might want to hit the farmer's market in Copley Square.