the flattening machination
I suspect that I posted yesterday when my mood had hit its local nadir--immediately afterwards, Lisa and I went grocery shopping, which helped, despite its circumstances. Took an hour and a half to drive to a store roughly three miles away, thanks to horrific traffic on the bridge and in the city, as well as a very peculiar thwap-thwap-thwap sound coming from under the hood of our car--we figured we'd park it in a garage and call AAA, but then all the garages were way too expensive, and we drove a few more blocks and the sound went away. We bought titanic amounts of healthy-hipster groceries and drove home feasting on chips and weird little dried-soybean snacky things. Tonight I used some of the bounty to cook Country Captain from that Crescent Dragonwagon cookbook: baked tofu in a tomato/onion/corn/green pepper sauce.
My morning regimen today: half an hour of vigorous working out while reading Nightwing and JLA, a big vanilla-spice-protein shake, and then a
