I found the MOTHER LODE of ginger candies! In Chinatown! For only $1.35 per bag!!
I am becoming a broken old woman. I broke my other knee in Sunday hockey, and today in hockey I broke it again, as well as my neck. OW. There is a guy there I call Woochie, who has about 10 arms and legs and flails them wildly if you come near him. He also likes to hit me in the head with my own stick. Baaaaarg.
My frigging MIT email forwarding broke yet again, and lost all the emails that I should have received today between 2PM and 10:30PM.
Finished my story about Myrene. I am getting excited to write again. But what should I write? Any ideas, people? What can I write that incorporates good descriptions yet little dialog and is enticing to the general public?
Shower time for stinky girl…
$1.35 per bag…
yes, that is how much they were at Kam Man here in NYC!
grrr. maybe we can go this Saturday?