Today, my suitemate's father brought me a spicy fried rice dish as a thank-you for lending his daughter my phone. It's basically de-lish.
In related news, a radio station is threatening to give away Paul McCartney tickets this weekend, and thus, I have been listening to the radio NONSTOP for about 3.5 hours while wasting time online. I missed the first call-in because I couldn't hear the phone number. I shall not miss the next call-in. And thus, I shall not leave the room.
And every time the DJ's voice comes booming over the speakers of "Lite FM," the spice in my stomach burns just a little bit more than it did before, eagerly anticipating those words: "Call now."
I imagine acid reflux disease is in the near-future?
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ReplyDeleteI miss you my love! I'll see you in a few weeks when I find my way back to Chestertown.