I missed my first class of English Composition last night because I was sick. I don't have my books yet because the bookstore is only open until 6. This makes it difficult because it's all the way on the other side of town and I have to pick up Ari by 6:30.
Other current frustration: I hate being uncertain about where we are moving to in Minneapolis. I know that stressing out about it, is not going to help... but I am counting down the days until I no longer have to work here, live here, or worry about where we are going to live. I'm not a very organized person but I like to be prepared. I worry non-stop if I do not have the details.
Tonight we are going to make Chana Masala for dinner. I doubt this will go over very well with Ari. I have to think of healthy things for him to eat but he's so picky. He claims to like broccoli but I haven't seen any evidence to back this up yet. Everytime i think of masala i think of that Legendary Pink Dots song, Curious Guy.
Dinner whispers, "come and get it", poses on a plate
We shot it twice with anesthetic, still it bites the waiters
Till they're bleeding in the loo
So goddamned hot it burns their shoes
We lick them clean, we eat 'em too
Still there's room enough for more masala,
enchilladas, monkey brains and donkey doo
More masala, enchilladas, monkey brains and donkey doo
We'd eat the wall if it could walk and we could sink our forks in
We are what we eat
We are many-sided
Just you name it, sure we've tried it
Why hide it
(More masala, enchilladas, monkey brains and donkey doo)
**by the way our masala is vegetarian. since i have been feeling like i am what i eat. one of my new years resolutions was to go back to being vegetarian, like i was for six years. 13 days successful,thus far. Must do laundry!!