It's like an extra life I don't even want . . . I die the second time anyway!
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Showing posts with label nightmare. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Monday, June 20, 2011
Nightmares and Aubergine
Oh snap, it's just past midnight! I know it's a little late, but I'm going to say this update is for Sunday.
I had my first nightmare in a long time last night. I was a witness to a murder, and the murderer (he was a classmate from my German class, even though he wasn't anyone I knew in real life) decided that he wanted me dead. He hired someone to slit my throat while I was having coffee with my mom at the crime scene (clever, I know). Fortunately, he missed (how do you do that, especially when you're sneaking up from behind?) and my mom and I managed to run home, but we were in a panic and couldn't get the door to unlock. Meanwhile, the guy was fast approaching....and I woke up. Brr.
Anyway. Another culinary weekend of gyoza dumplings, fried rice, and aubergine dip (though I left before I could taste it...ack!). I feel grateful that G loves to cook and is, in fact, an excellent cook.
I was about to say that we're a perfect team because I'm an efficient prep cook and dishwasher, but then I remembered that I broke two glasses this weekend. Ahem. Well.
I had my first nightmare in a long time last night. I was a witness to a murder, and the murderer (he was a classmate from my German class, even though he wasn't anyone I knew in real life) decided that he wanted me dead. He hired someone to slit my throat while I was having coffee with my mom at the crime scene (clever, I know). Fortunately, he missed (how do you do that, especially when you're sneaking up from behind?) and my mom and I managed to run home, but we were in a panic and couldn't get the door to unlock. Meanwhile, the guy was fast approaching....and I woke up. Brr.
Anyway. Another culinary weekend of gyoza dumplings, fried rice, and aubergine dip (though I left before I could taste it...ack!). I feel grateful that G loves to cook and is, in fact, an excellent cook.
I was about to say that we're a perfect team because I'm an efficient prep cook and dishwasher, but then I remembered that I broke two glasses this weekend. Ahem. Well.
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