hell day

I've complained about Thursdays before, but never in any real substantive detail. Here is what my Thursday is like: I catch the 8:17 train into the city, with just enough time to stop by Starbucks (a so-so idea, based on cost & quality) or the school cafeteria (a far better idea) to procure some caffeinated beverage, a bottle of water, and the sandwich that will eventually be my lunch. And then the marathon begins.

Crim Law starts at 10:40, Torts at 11:40, Contracts discussion group at 12:40, Contracts actual class at 1:40, and Civ Pro at 2:40. At 3:30, there's just enough time to run across the street and up to the lawbrary to print out whatever's required for that day's El-Dubyar assignment before El-Dubyar itself starts at 4:40. It lets out at 6:30, and if I'm lucky and MUNI is running on schedule I catch the 7:00 train and am home by 8:30 pm, with a full twelve hours elapsed since I left that morning.

It unequivocally sucks.

Having said that, today was saved in a brilliant fashion by my husband -- or more specifically by his friend M. I should first say that while it's common knowledge that we do not own a printer, the casual Sua Sponte reader may also not know that we, for all intents and purposes, do not have television. We lack cable entirely, and the TV set we do own is roughly twenty years old. You turn it on by pulling out a knob; turning that same knob controls the volume. Its sole use is in playing VHS tapes on our old VCR (we're not going to bother buying a DVD player before upgrading everything else).

Anyways, M., who shares my husband's philia for all things Japanese, had chosen this day to share with us a taped episode of Iron Chef, a show which we both adore. It was the battle where Morimoto faces off against a Japanese traditionalist named Kumamoto over the focal ingredient, a vomitous-looking mess called natto. Neither my husband nor I have ever tasted the stuff; the nice waitresses at Fuki Sushi have prevented us from ordering it whenever we tried to, since it apparently smells worse than it looks and tastes worst of all.

After watching Morimoto-san take this disgusting stuff and boil it in Coca-Cola to make a dessert, suddenly my Thursday felt a lot better.

thus spake /jca @ September 26, 2002 10:38 PM