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( Wednesday, Mar. 09, 2005 6:32 pm )

>Amish love ginger treat

I am dating a very strange person. He came over last night and just as we were falling asleep (I have a habit of wanting to talk just then) I asked if he would probably be falling in love with me eventually, given enough time. He said, "But I am in love with you, now."

"No you're not."

"Yes, that's why I call you 'lover' and 'baby.'"

In conclusion, I feel better and less like I'm mental, however, it's very strange to have a boy with this weird system of verbal equivalencies and a reluctance to say conventional things.

Ah, lover, tell me some conventional things.

I also just got a bill for $5.50 from the Rural Health Corp--when I was at my grandma's and just starting to get sick this past summer, they told me I had a sore throat and quit whining. F'n sheep doctors, there, cause I was in some serious hurt then, and about a week later, back in Philly, I could no longer talk or eat or drink or swallow my own spit. I was in bad shape, man. Abcessed tonsil. Pretty. Anyway, sucks and five bucks to you, crazy Rural bastards. I like that it sounds like I went to an Amish hospital, though.

My second batch of soup (Ginger and Lentil, photocopied illegally out of book from work) turned out OK. The recipe called for 4 tablespoons of fresh grated ginger, which by the way is an insane amount of ginger. I scraped by, putting in whatever I could coax out of the little bits of ginger left in the ginger basket at Fresh Grocer, a mere fraction of what the recipe demanded, and it was still incredibly gingery, though not too bad. I think they meant teaspoons, don't you? And I am a ginger-lovin' fool.

Poker tonight. Hopefully I won't be knocked out first again. It's too demoralizing, unless there's something good on TV, that is.

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