I spent the morning running around like crazy, finding some lost files and not finding others, dreadging information from long-forgotten data systems and generally behaving like a headless chicken unleashed on an unforgiving, flickering florescent-lit world.
Finally, at 3:00, I took lunch. I ordered some mushroom soup from a nearby deli, ran a series of errands, and rushed back to the office to proofread transcripts in preperation for a big-deal deadline tomorrow.
As I absentmindedly slurped my soup, I noticed that it tasted kind of strange. Something strong and unfamiliar. I poked at one of the mushrooms. It didn't look like a mushroom. Was that a piece of meat? Could there be meat in the mushroom soup? But they always have a veggie option at Bi Rite, and the mushroom couldn't have had meat in it, because the only other soup today had been.... crap. Beef and freakin' Barley. Beef! And Barley!
I've been a vegetarian since I was eight. My stomach is so not happy right now. Never mind the poor cow.
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3 comments:
poor baby. pertend it is cowfu, moofu, I don't know fu
I love that you spelled dredging with the root-word, dread.
You, and your subconscious, are the best argument out there for not spell-checking.
Unless you did that on purpose, and then you're just brilliant.
sounds dreadfu
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