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25 Mar 2010 03:21 pmIt's a billion degrees outside (WHERE IS THE AUTUMN WEATHER? I LIKE AUTUMN) and yet I am unable to shake this enormous craving I have for curry. I know exactly what I want, too: I want to drag someone to Kammadhenu on King St and order palak paneer and chilli crab and ridiculous amounts of roti, and a mango lassi, and sit there with messy fingers and watering eyes. Curry, how I miss you!
The epic saga of Paperwork For Electives, Part I, is finally over; both of my initial applications have been sent off. Part II will involve headachey amounts of blood tests and criminal record checks and insurance forms, and Part III will (hopefully!) be all the travel arrangements for my stay in London (LONDOOOOON. I MISS YOU, TOO) in January of next year. But. They can wait until I find out if I've been accepted or not.
Right, back to the homework I'm avoiding by torturing myself with dreams of curry.
The epic saga of Paperwork For Electives, Part I, is finally over; both of my initial applications have been sent off. Part II will involve headachey amounts of blood tests and criminal record checks and insurance forms, and Part III will (hopefully!) be all the travel arrangements for my stay in London (LONDOOOOON. I MISS YOU, TOO) in January of next year. But. They can wait until I find out if I've been accepted or not.
Right, back to the homework I'm avoiding by torturing myself with dreams of curry.
