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Nov. 20th, 2002 10:02 amYesterday was fine, with the sleeping in and the snoozy bits with cats clustered around me.
Today I feel more like how I described myself over the phone in my successful hooky ploy: microwaved crap.
I'm seriously craving broccoli cheese soup. Only when I get cravings like this, it's not just any broccoli cheese: it's the stuff from the Bean Collection a few blocks down the street from Harborview. I had it for lunch with an unremarkable BLT, but the soup! Ah, bliss! The soup was fantastic. I'm craving that soup.
The maple bar sitting in front of me pales in comparison to that soup.
Today I feel more like how I described myself over the phone in my successful hooky ploy: microwaved crap.
I'm seriously craving broccoli cheese soup. Only when I get cravings like this, it's not just any broccoli cheese: it's the stuff from the Bean Collection a few blocks down the street from Harborview. I had it for lunch with an unremarkable BLT, but the soup! Ah, bliss! The soup was fantastic. I'm craving that soup.
The maple bar sitting in front of me pales in comparison to that soup.
