Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Kiss The Chef

It's almost 4 a.m. and I'm still not dozing. I'm eating a bowl of coconut rice pudding (garnished with Granny Smith apple slices) I made a few moments ago. The contrast between hot and cold, sweet and tart, crisp and creamy is divine.

I crudely chopped my locks off after dinner with scissor-holding hands that refused to co-operate in a little game called "Spatial Distance Cognition." It was time to get rid of my rat's nest; the mullet simply wasn't very becoming of me. Snip, snip, snip. Au revoir, morning ritual.

I'm going to regret it when I'm coherent, I just know it.

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