Work. Cooking. Unicycles. Results.
Work. The girl at work who is leaving, she is super into Chinese food. Surprisingly enough, I’m Chinese. And I eat food. Anyways, over the weekend I ended up making a big batch of pork fried rice, and brought a tub of it in on Monday for her. I made note that she wasn’t allowed to add soy sauce to it when she eats it.
She added it anyways.
So for her last day, I am returning this massive tub that she leant to me while she gave me this large amount of chicken fingers from last week. Tis my plan to stuff this container (I would say at least 12 inches long, five or six inches wide and at least 3 inches deep) to the brim with fried rice. And this time I won’t add soy sauce to it.
One task down.
I went to unicycle club after my hideous amounts of cooking. We were at the track today, and after parking I realized I couldn’t carry two unciycles, a helmet, shin pads and my bag all at the same time. The helmet and pads get strapped to my body whilst I walk unciycles to the track from the lot.
Rode around the track once, also participated in some straight-away races, just did some random fooling around before heading to the Groves for ice cream. Twas fun. At some point Phil had started complaining about a lot of stuff he’s got going, and I decided to rub his back in the “Aww poor baby” type of way, when he commented how hot my hands were.
I haven’t been noticing. I have, however, been noticing the accumulation of pimples and the like, over the past two weeks. But it’s been deemed that Phil, who normally is a heat generator, was cold and my circulation has been ramped up since the start of my yoga practice and 30 day challenge especially which was making me run hot.
Then later Phil told me I’d been looking healthier than I had in a long time. I don’t see that either.
I don’t see a lot of things though.
