Passages, marred by frailty

When I look at the past several weeks of my blogger history, I see nothing but uninspired equivocations and forced ramblings. Hopefully I can change that in the upcoming weeks.




In an effort to live up to my generously bestowed title, here's a picture of my dinner for tonight. Chicken curry (don't ask me what kind, I used garam masala and fenugreek and some other stuff) and garlic naan. No rice since I'm still lacking a rice cooker, and no side dish because I don't need that many leftovers. I bought the naan since I don't have a tandoori oven, but that chicken is all me. It was earth-shatteringly delicious, except for one hiccup. That red chunk you see on the chicken is a piece of tomato. Publix foiled me and carried only stewed tomatoes when the recipe called for pureed tomatoes. Alas. Next time (you better believe there will be a next time), I will do right by Indo-Asia and use the right kind of tomatoes. Additionally, I will also use ground cashews instead of cornstarch.

I'm currently battling the first signs of the flu. Not a good thing, since I'm supposed to be visiting Canada this weekend with these fine gentlemen. Wish me luck.

Bathed in warmth

For the first time in almost a week I was able to smell the cheap air freshener in my bathroom. I don't think I've ever been quite so happy to be able to use that sense in that room.

I've had a head cold since about Wednesday last week, and as the weekend began my sinuses completely clogged up. I spent the weekend eating bland food and coughing up phlegm, completely squandering my fall break. But now, yay!

In other news, I feel inexplicably happy. Not much else to say about it than that, but since this doesn't happen very often, I thought I should record it for posterity.

Apparently no one has applied for my VP position yet. It's disappointing, but I'm not going to freak out over it. Don't misunderstand, I care, but I'm not about to create undue stress for myself. I don't know what's going to happen if the deadline passes and no one applies, but I'll cross that hurdle when it comes. I suppose I could track people down and harangue them mercilessly to apply, but that's not something I'm comfortable doing. I honestly don't believe that it leaves a good impression, no matter how you do it, and if I don't believe in it, then it won't be successful because it will be written all over my face.

Meh, we shall see.

On a final note, I got this fortune cookie yesterday.
"You would make a good lawyer."