I can't believe it will be 2008
I am positively stuffed on rice. I think I had three bowls in total. This must be a record, I never had more than one bowl in Ontario. It's all the chicken wings' fault. They are just so succulent and tender and there were seven of them when I used to have just four. I've always had an obsession with playing with my food before I eat it. Prolonging the enjoyment, as it were. For example whenever I used to ate bananas, I always separate the entire banana into three partitions along the whatchamacallit line thingies. It's the same thing with chicken legs, chicken feet and chicken wings......oh and shrimp. Huh, I must really like chicken. Anyways, I have to separate all the muscles and all the tendons in the legs, wings and feet every time and I can't remember the last time I didn't do that.
Am I rambling? I think I'm rambling. It's better than talking to myself, which I've done more and more this holiday cos there's just me in the apartment....oh and some weird noises late at night.
Christmas is over and New Year's just around the corner, and it seems my days of being a couch potato is coming to an end. And sooner than I thought too. I got a phone call this afternoon, telling me that I got a pharmacy tech position after all. I start training on Wednesday and if all goes well, I'll be the drug wench/cashier at a small independent pharmacy on Saturdays for the foreseeable future. Now I'm actually ecstatic. In fact, the good news propelled me to finally get off my ass and I hiked (okay, walked) to Wreck Beach. I've lived with metres of the beach for four months and finally I made it there on the second last day of the year. That says something about me, I think.
Am I rambling? I think I'm rambling. It's better than talking to myself, which I've done more and more this holiday cos there's just me in the apartment....oh and some weird noises late at night.
Christmas is over and New Year's just around the corner, and it seems my days of being a couch potato is coming to an end. And sooner than I thought too. I got a phone call this afternoon, telling me that I got a pharmacy tech position after all. I start training on Wednesday and if all goes well, I'll be the drug wench/cashier at a small independent pharmacy on Saturdays for the foreseeable future. Now I'm actually ecstatic. In fact, the good news propelled me to finally get off my ass and I hiked (okay, walked) to Wreck Beach. I've lived with metres of the beach for four months and finally I made it there on the second last day of the year. That says something about me, I think.