Well, if the BMI scale has to be adjusted for my being Asian, then I am suddenly totally overweight and need to lose 7-8 lbs. Crap.

It’s been about 10 million years since I’ve cooked, mostly since this kitchen is someone else’s domain, and it’s bad luck to hang over a person’s shoulder if they’re wielding a huge honking chef’s knife. But since I have the apartment to myself till Saturday, today it’s turkey sausage and spinach in the usual crushed tomatoes. Er, with goat cheese. Just a little. It was there. Oh, and the Silk Enhanced Soymilk is actually pretty good!

Huh

Season 4 of “Smallville” really sucked. Worse than Season 3.

Today at dinner, while I was putting away my fifth slice of pizza, Kathryn said that watching me eat is like watching Lou eat. This means that either A) I need to go on a diet, or B) Lou is a wimp.

Woohoo! My groceries are here. Oddly, the one thing they didn’t have in stock and couldn’t substitute for was…bread. And not special bread either, just the regular, prepackaged, sliced stuff, the kind you can get at any bodega. I’m mystified. But also full.

Although I am still sad that FreshDirect delivers to my zip code but not my part of it, it seems that Stop & Shop has some sort of competing service. Sadly, they won’t ship any brand of booze that I actually want, but, on the plus side, they do have sausages.

Stood Up Again

Again Riverdale buses suck! Today my efforts to make TKD class will be thwarted once more by the MTA bus system, as there was a 6pm bus scheduled, but none ever came. My angst is increased because my stop is the first stop, and several buses were just sitting there with drivers inside of them, taunting me. My angst is further increased because I was there seven minutes early, metrocard in hand, searching eagerly for any sign of the BxM2, no doubt looking like a complete idiot for half an hour. It’s hard to look nonchalant when your pants have no pockets, so naturally it is at this point when the MTA chooses to psych you out just so people can laugh at you. And I’d take the city bus to the train instead, but my neighborhood train station is under construction.

The ocean
a) is full of salt
b) and seaweed
c) and is taller than my head.

After yesterday’s class of falls, rolls, and leg sweeps, my whole torso is fantastically sore. What’s better for soreness, a sports massage or several pints of beer?

Now that we have two martial arts masters with the same name, we need to assign nicknames to help us differentiate between them. As of today, we have “Original” and “Extra Crispy.”