Ahhh, the weekend

It always ends up that I'm tearing my hear out by thursday, but on sunday much calmer and interested in reading a good book, all showered up and ready for bed. Life is made so that we're never happy or sad all the time, so perhaps that's why my life is like this.

Sarah and I went adventuring in a big Asian foodmarket this weekend. I still have not found Tiger Biscuits (which sustained many a hiram student in Malaysia) but I now have some sort of honeydew flavored gelatin dessert snack dofu, Laksa soup mix, a frozen sago pudding dish, and a bar of sandalwood soap. I am very much a fan of "oriental" (spices or musk) or herbal scents as opposed to floral ones.

My big stress right now is figuring out what I'm going to do about my car, which was run into by a truck on Friday (my car was parked across the street from a driveway) and is now crumpled around the left headlight. It's not in any way my fault, which is good, but I still have to figure out insurance and who's covering what and where I have to go to fix it. I remember when I dropped my horn on the bleachers back in jr. high, and I remember that sickening shame and dismay. This is rather similar. I love my car, and now it's hurt (DON DO NOT TELL MOM).