Blue Life
I’ve been a bad bad blogger. Ok, enough said about that.
I am about to make my usual fish curry this week, but decide that week after week of the same thing might be a bit too much. So I am wondering what to do with my fish that I have already bought. Wonderful idea strikes and I dial my mom in all haste. “Mom, how do I make the fish fry that you make?” My mom is taken aback a little bit but decides not a let on too much and simply asks me what I have in front of me and then tells me to add the masala to the fish and let it soak and gives me instructions on frying it. I say bye and get on with the whole thing while watching TV. Saturday nights are British comedies on PBS and I had also recorded some of the mystery series from last week. Good stuff.
My fish fry came out great exactly the way mom used to make it (now if only i could make sambar too), but unfortunately the whole house now smells of fish oil. I hadn’t counted on that. I decided to let the exhaust run for the whole night and then went clubbing. Jerry immediately took pleasure in telling me that I smelt of fish in spite of my perfume and deo. It’s the jeans I told him, it’s the jeans. Jerry himself had some female pour beer all over his shirt and jeans and smelt strongly of beer. And after that he couldn’t smell any more fish. * smug look*
Jerry was a little pre-occupied. This woman he had dated when in high school had died and he wasn’t sure if he should go to the funeral. She had died of brain aneurism and died in her sleep while only 43. This kind of seemed to have shaken Jerry. hm.....But oh well, everybody stops and thinks for a moment, before going on with life without doing anything more when something like this happens.
I came home to a strong smell of fish. I decided that to smell fish was better than freezing myself by opening a window. 17F this weekend(I'll tell you about the first snow of this year tommorrow. - It was Awesome. Beautiful). So I just went to sleep.
My home computer had crashed last week and I had finally fixed it on Friday night while talking to my brother on the phone. It’s up and running, but as usual I decided that I would make a recovery CD so that this doesn’t happen to me again, but I haven’t done anything about it. I think its about time I did something about things like these that I always want to get done but I never done. The first step would be to come up with a list. I’ll do that later then! :)
Am I just going through post vacation blues as somebody at work had mentioned to me? Why do I feel that I am drudging through life and that I would be unprepared if something really were to happen. Was my computer breaking down a sign. A sign from someone above. A sign of my stupidity that I still think like that. Do I even believe in stuff like that? I don’t know. I’m just confused. Heavens help me! Is that a theist statement or is it acceptable? Whatever!
Emotion of the Day: Life = Drudgery! Urgh.
I am about to make my usual fish curry this week, but decide that week after week of the same thing might be a bit too much. So I am wondering what to do with my fish that I have already bought. Wonderful idea strikes and I dial my mom in all haste. “Mom, how do I make the fish fry that you make?” My mom is taken aback a little bit but decides not a let on too much and simply asks me what I have in front of me and then tells me to add the masala to the fish and let it soak and gives me instructions on frying it. I say bye and get on with the whole thing while watching TV. Saturday nights are British comedies on PBS and I had also recorded some of the mystery series from last week. Good stuff.
My fish fry came out great exactly the way mom used to make it (now if only i could make sambar too), but unfortunately the whole house now smells of fish oil. I hadn’t counted on that. I decided to let the exhaust run for the whole night and then went clubbing. Jerry immediately took pleasure in telling me that I smelt of fish in spite of my perfume and deo. It’s the jeans I told him, it’s the jeans. Jerry himself had some female pour beer all over his shirt and jeans and smelt strongly of beer. And after that he couldn’t smell any more fish. * smug look*
Jerry was a little pre-occupied. This woman he had dated when in high school had died and he wasn’t sure if he should go to the funeral. She had died of brain aneurism and died in her sleep while only 43. This kind of seemed to have shaken Jerry. hm.....But oh well, everybody stops and thinks for a moment, before going on with life without doing anything more when something like this happens.
I came home to a strong smell of fish. I decided that to smell fish was better than freezing myself by opening a window. 17F this weekend(I'll tell you about the first snow of this year tommorrow. - It was Awesome. Beautiful). So I just went to sleep.
My home computer had crashed last week and I had finally fixed it on Friday night while talking to my brother on the phone. It’s up and running, but as usual I decided that I would make a recovery CD so that this doesn’t happen to me again, but I haven’t done anything about it. I think its about time I did something about things like these that I always want to get done but I never done. The first step would be to come up with a list. I’ll do that later then! :)
Am I just going through post vacation blues as somebody at work had mentioned to me? Why do I feel that I am drudging through life and that I would be unprepared if something really were to happen. Was my computer breaking down a sign. A sign from someone above. A sign of my stupidity that I still think like that. Do I even believe in stuff like that? I don’t know. I’m just confused. Heavens help me! Is that a theist statement or is it acceptable? Whatever!
Emotion of the Day: Life = Drudgery! Urgh.
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