moniker42

*lost the last update to a 404....bastards...*

I've been house sitting my parents house since friday and it's wonderful, as if I've strayed into a dream.

They have a dishwasher. And a laundry machine.

My apartment is decidedly spartan, without television or coffee maker, so I'm just having a blast here, and I surmise i've watched at least 48 hours of television in the last 72.

It's beautiful.

Besides that my stepfather is an avid cook, so all the fun stuff I don't have at my own pad has allowed me to cook great food.

I made some anise biscotti that is wicked good. I'm pleased to drink coffee you see.

I went off caffiene some time ago so all I drink is tea (which, yes, does have caffiene, but not like coffee).

I'm just breaking all my rules. I've been drinking all their wine and smoking pot on my old bed, right in their house.

I went out last night to Madison where there is a cold wind blowing off the lake. I gave Matthew like 7 new porno mags to take me there (the man will do anything for a sealed copy of swank or juggs or mens world) and I ate at this great Nepalese restaurant, Himul Chuli, which is not only my favorite restaurant but my favorite kind of food.

Try the Dahl, it's this amazing lental soup. I had the Tarkarki. Tama.

Oooh, soooo good.

I went and saw Micheal Moore who was speaking at the Union Terrace.

Favorite quote : Who's idea was it to build a campus on a frozen fucking lake?

It was vapid and uninforming, but it was very mob like and y'know, I'm glad I went. I was trying to find him after the speech to ask him what he's planning on doing with the $420,000,000 he got from sales of farenheit 911 but I didn't find him. Went to his bus and everything.

No I'm back at mommys drinking their coffee with some irish cream.

Yum.

I wish I could make Nepalese food as good as Himul Chuli.