It was the 7 slices of mouldy bread i had today.
I picked out and sliced off the visible mould.
I had 3 smallish slices for breakkie- i swear i toasted them to death (the mould)and smothered loads of margerine so i couldnt taste the mouldy-ness.
The bigger 4 slices i toasted to supreme crispy-ness and made tuna-mayonaise & black pepper sandwiches outta them. Ate them both. They were tough to chew, but gooood. No mouldy taste at all.
Maybe it was also the uncountable number of biscuits i nibbled on at the meeting that went on forever.
Maybe it was the fried rice.
Maybe it was the tea. Aluminium poisoning from that mug i have been using for ages.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was the two cigarettes on the roof. But i felt like puking even before that.
Just let Wenxian do the eulogy, ok?
1 comment:
ive had varying degrees of moldy bread in my course of life... and i probably will have more to come. so my bet is the aluminium.
:)
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