Today I was very sleepy all day, and I ate dumb foods, like a croissant for lunch.
Today it rained and rained a lot at night just now, which is tonight.
Today I ordered Indian food from the place I like now, near me in Brooklyn now. Gandhi Fine Indian Cuisine of Flatbush. I have lived in my new place for a month and ten days, and I have ordered food from there four times, I think. (Once for a visiting friend.) The man who brings it said to me the second time, "I have been here before. Do you remember me?" and he gave me a very sweet smile. Yes. Yes, I remember you. Today we smiled sweetly at each other again, and I thought, "Please be careful on your way back." Maybe he heard me think it. It wasn't raining at that point. Maybe a little
The rice pudding has a little tapioca in it, which I guess that sounds a little weird. But so good.
This is how I sound at night after I was sleepy all day and it rained, and a croissant for lunch and a bus that sat there in the Lincoln Tunnel for a very long time (a short time, but an hour ride instead of twenty minutes, part of it in the tunnel).
This is what I look like when I'm tired like this. (You don't want to see.)
But there was seafood korma and a salad we made at home, which someone cut up the vegetables for me for. A few bites of rice pudding and the rest for tomorrow.
All of which sounds better if you think it over while you listen to this: