Now we're cooking.

Last week, in the wake of the funeral (which, tangentially, had no formal wake) I was really into junk food. When I'm feeling down, I'm not very much into good food. Good food, I feel, is pretty much a waste when one is in the dumps; it's impossible to really appreciate it. I prefer junk food of various sorts. The day after I heard of my aunt's death, I went to Solley's. (Solley's was bought out by Jerry's Famous Deli a while back, but it somehow managed to maintain a degree of independence and is nice and quiet if you eat there early in the morning.) I had a Monte Cristo sandwich, one of my favorite indulgences. If you're unfamiliar with the Monte Cristo [replaced dead link, 10/26/10], imagine French Toast, except that instead of bread, it's a ham, turkey, and cheese sandwich. The kitchen at Solley's makes theirs particularly greasy. It's what I needed; it was indulgent in a way that didn't need my senses to be particularly keen. In the next few weeks, I made pizza parlors deliver more disgusting food to my house than I had requested in my history of the carriage house (for breakfast even!). And then, of course, I was still eating it days afterward.

Anyway, the pendulum swings back, and I had an intense desire not to eat things with more oil than JP Getty. This morning, I defrosted a chicken breast and had stir-fry chicken and green beans with rice. It tasted good. Today, I think I'll have something fishy.

WedNYTX: 1:30. This time possibly has less to do with my 1337 cr055w0rd sk|11z than with the fact that I turned off the timer and forgot to restart it.

Other notes.

This countdown [dead link, was a countdown to the 2003 NPL convention, 10/26/10] is scaring me. I need to start preparing.

Anybody know what's going on with the spellcheck? It doesn't recognize contractions or basic HTML anymore.