Coded green.
Pic of the day: Or they could pick their own. Detail from The Sims Unleashed. OK, those she is picking are actually tomatoes, but there are other veggies too. Pickled cucumber??Yes, that was my reaction too. I was standing in the Kiwi supermarket, silently praying: "Dear God help me, I want pickled cucumber." It all started when I walked in the sparsely falling snow for half an hour or so to get to the supermarket. I had not eaten anything except a small box of yoghurt and a glass of milk with chocolate powder. It felt enough. Or it had felt enough until I came into a huge room filled with food, food, glorious food. At some point in there, my restraint snapped. I started to look at the food to covet it. Fruit, soda, even pickled cucumber and onion and red beets. Not a bad word about pickled food, but as a household of one there is no way I can eat it all up. After a few days of dinner with pickled cucumber, sandwiches with pickled cucumber, snacks with pickled cucumber ... you get the drift.
Somehow I imagine this as a text-based role playing game: (Evidently many American women crave pickles when they are pregnant. Or perhaps only a few famous ones, I am not sure. Pickles and ice cream, but then women usually crave ice cream, right? I keep seeing this. Never heard about it from Norway, I think.) ***Even though I managed to avoid the pickles, I still somehow carried home a stuffed bag with food. It was not unbearably heavy, but it was kinda heavy. For the last few hundred meters, I felt kinda weak and almost shaky. As if I had been running for a while, or looking at women's front or back, or something. Kinda shorted out. I was almost shaking as I entered my apartment. Even after eating and drinking, it lasted a while, but eventually I returned to my normal self. Or perhaps just stopped noticing. Because I spent the day playing Dark Age of Camelot. First on the cooperative server I mentioned yesterday, and later on Galahad where I am a member of The Faithful, a paladin guild. It's a great guild, but I have mentioned that already. |
Snow keeps falling, lightly, but it starts to add up. |
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