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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0106 - sun 2030 Sick, Thunder, QAF, Russian, HOMO Seems like in Wednesday's entry, I was babbling away about not being sick during the holidays. Of course, that jinked it. Thursday, I went to work, felt terrible, went to the doctor, came home and went to bed. With a headache that was very tiresome. But I began to feel better yesterday morning. (Errrrrr! Did I just jink it again?) About fifteen minutes ago, I heard thunder. Which I thought was strange. The kind of thunder you hear in an autumn storm. And now it's raining. I love rain, but I'm not fond of it when it turns to ice. Let's hope it stays in the liquid form. In a few more minutes, the season opener of QAF will be here. Showtime has been playing various episodes the last week. But they don't appear to be in sequence. Anyway, I'm curious to know what has happened. I've not read or seen anything concerning whay might be in store. Some friends and I ate at one of the city's newest restaurants last night. Russian. My knowledge of Russian food is nill. So the three of us ordered about five dishes and split each one among us. Pork-filled dumplings. Potatoes "cakes" stuffed with onions. Pork stroganoff with buckwheat. Blintz. And rye bread. Oh, and a salad with an unusual dressing. Very nice. And very filling. Actually, we started off ordering stuffed cabbages and borscht among other items. But the owner came to the table a couple of times and said they were out of one dish or another. So it got complicated. A most interesting experience. One that I hope to repeat. Of late, when I've been shopping for milk, I've noticed that one of the brands has the word "HOMO" written on the cap. The nerve! I lift my right eyebrow and reply, "Ummmphhh!" PAX!
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