listening to: corey dargel – 10 frames per second
I didn’t think it was possible for me to wake up this morning feeling even more like ass than I did yesterday, but here I am.
I can sum up a lot more with a list. *ahem* or rather *hack cough die*
Things that are maybe not awesome to do in my current state, as it might turn out:
-in general, talk to people
-specifically, talk to important people about letters of recommendation
Things that I should definitely do more of while I’m sick:
-go out to extremely good Chinese restaurants with Taiwanese students who know food
-Math, apparently (seriously. I have no idea what happened. I got these assignments back that I actually didn’t do hopelessly on. And then I totally pulled a decent quiz out of my ass today. What.)
-sit on my ass and attach myself indefinitely to a box of kleenex. darrrr.
-I guess I’m also good at taking random unintended hour-long naps and waking up very confused when the sun is in the process of setting.
This has actually been a great week of food. I’ve basically been cooking for myself and diligently planning non-bad meals since the beginning of the semester. While I’m certainly saving money and eating better, this takes a lot of time, effort, weekly hours of scrubbing things in the kitchen. Especially if you, like myself, do not have a dishwasher (like, the machine. Not the person. I wouldn’t want a person in my kitchen washing dishes. That would be kind of awkward). So now that I’m consumed by application-work, cello-things, math-homework and whatever virus has done this to me, I really just don’t wanna. And so, way more-so than usual, I’ve been eating out. As in, I’ve actually been eating out. Oh well. Here is my week in food review.
Wednesday: I got Thai, with Anne. This was mostly a good move, except the Thai place around the corner from the music building is not 100% my favorite. I didn’t know this until eating completely fabulous thai elsewhere, though, so it wasn’t until earlier this year that I realized how oily some of the noodle dishes can be. Also, Lad Nar is my favorite thing to order, ever, and for some reason it’s just not what it should be from this place, so I never get it, and something in my heart is just never happy if I’m eating thai but not Lad Nar. But I did get Pad See Ewe. And I’ll say it: plus points for tasty, minus points for oily.
Thursday: I felt like such crap. I was so not going to put an ounce of kitchen-effort into my dinner. So I ordered out from Seaboat, the local hole-in-the-wall with amazing fish sandwiches. It was the perfect sort of comfort-food type thing I could have gotten for myself. Of course, with awesome fries. And let me tell you. You do not mess with their special sauce.
Today (Friday): Tzushan and I went to this place in Mahomet, The Wok, which was completely fabulous. It helps to go to a Chinese (specifically Taiwanese) restaurant with someone who knows a thing or two about Taiwanese food, and shares the language with the people who run the place. I like the standard Chinese dishes one sees in any old Chinese-American restaurant, yes, but I am always looking to try new things (as in new things that do not try to crawl off my plate). So this was good. More than good. Excellent. Unfortunately, I can’t even tell you what the dishes were, only that one was a noodle dish with crispy chicken, another was a sweet pork in a great sauce, and the third was some unidentifiable vegetable (related to celery?) that Tzushan couldn’t seem to connect to anything in English. They were all very good. The vegetable dish had massive chunks of ginger in them, and I kind of didn’t realize that until I almost died upon eating one. But still. I like that kind of near-death experience.
Also, I have leftovers until forever.
The one dinner I did make myself this week was kind of mediocre. Just a chicken dish that goes with Couscous and really just didn’t do much for me. Maybe now that I’ve found a repertoire of about 3 dishes I make really well, I should just stop trying and never make anything else.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go drug myself up and go play an opera.