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One of the few times I'm glad to admit that I was wrong.

Let's start with today.

Today I had no will to live. No will to move, no will to do anything but lay in my bed and sulk. That and waiting for a phone call that never rang.

I was in such a horrid mood, I didn't even have anything to eat. I didn't even refill my half-empty water bottle from the night before. (No, I'm not a half-full kind of guy, apparantly)

So the whole day I'm starving, but I can't even muster the strength to walk down stairs, throw a frozen dinner in the mike, and satisfy my protesting stomach. (Shut up already, the legs ain't moving....)

At eight pee am, Cankles calls and ask what I was up to, I said nudda, and haven't eaten even a cracker all day. She insists I go out for dinner. She even drove to pick me up.

We ended up doing Indian. I used to hate Indian, but in my beyond starved state, I was loving it. I mean, I loved it like I've loved no other foods before. I quaffed it down and smiled for more. Chicken Tikka Masala has never tasted so dang good. Nevar!

We also ordered lamb korma, but they made it with chicken. It was still amazing, then finally the palak paneer. Cheese and spinach was just the perfect combo. Simply awesome.

And I hate to say it, but I used to also hate jerk chicken and roti - but now, I love all that stuff. I love jerk so much, I love the hot sauce, and the ginger beer I always get.

I hate being wrong. But man, I'm glad I am.

....Stomach growling, must heat up some leftovers. posted by losir at 2:35 AM