Monday, November 22, 2004
Somebody, poke me
Oh my gosh... the chili is killing every single cell on my tongue. Half an hour ago, even breathing hurt (like thousands of pins poking a nerve ending).
What was supposed to be a quaint "dinner party" turned into a huge buffet of Mexican food and an entrouge of wine. We made good use of the plant, as we plucked the tiny rockets hanging off the sorry excuse for a stem and leaves (the whole pot looked like a nuclear holocaust, mind you).
Duncan and I get an A+ for being good hosts. We should quit our day jobs and become event coordinators/caterers, like Monica on Friends.
Ash told me that I was his mother. And some concurred.
This reflection is an attempt to forget the clear and present laundry list of "TO DO"s on my desk. Suddenly the excitement has turned into overwhelming. Trying to stay focused, but mi estomago is full and eyelids are ready for landing.
I want to curl up and read a good book.
... No no. Mustn't.
I am imagining a big fat cow in the middle of a green grass field. Masticating away on the sweet blades. Gosh that cow looks lazy and jolly. I wish that cow was me.
Oh well... I shall write on new China trade policies in my next entry. Should be an interesting topic, but I feel too deflated to write anything intelligible.
Moo.
What was supposed to be a quaint "dinner party" turned into a huge buffet of Mexican food and an entrouge of wine. We made good use of the plant, as we plucked the tiny rockets hanging off the sorry excuse for a stem and leaves (the whole pot looked like a nuclear holocaust, mind you).
Duncan and I get an A+ for being good hosts. We should quit our day jobs and become event coordinators/caterers, like Monica on Friends.
Ash told me that I was his mother. And some concurred.
This reflection is an attempt to forget the clear and present laundry list of "TO DO"s on my desk. Suddenly the excitement has turned into overwhelming. Trying to stay focused, but mi estomago is full and eyelids are ready for landing.
I want to curl up and read a good book.
... No no. Mustn't.
I am imagining a big fat cow in the middle of a green grass field. Masticating away on the sweet blades. Gosh that cow looks lazy and jolly. I wish that cow was me.
Oh well... I shall write on new China trade policies in my next entry. Should be an interesting topic, but I feel too deflated to write anything intelligible.
Moo.
// posted by sakit @ 9:29 PM 
