Not much sense

Today I wore the Shoes That Look Good But Make Your Feet Bleed, and now my feet are bleeding. Super. Because clearly you wanted to know.

Also I am doing the Translation that Won't End and it is not ending. Boo.

On the other hand, had a delightful conversation with one of the new roommates. We shall call them Young One and Younger One because they are both mere youths. (As opposed to me, who is ancient, clearly.) Anyway, Younger One had her first day at uni today, and was regaling me with stories of hot boys from Parma or some such, and it was quite adorable. I felt all motherly and older. I feel like I should tell her to watch out for boys from Parma or something equally helpful and cautionary, but the only boys from Parma that I know are middle-aged and gentlemanly, and possessed of that hilarious partially French accent, which is all very charming, but provides no basis for issuing cautionary messages.

Then I decided to use some already-steamed veggies to make dinner. Except, by 'make dinner', I actually mean, pour olive oil and curry powder onto cold, previously-steamed veggies, and call it dinner. I figured it would make some sort of approximation of Indian-food-deliciousness. It did sort of (very vaguely) approximate the taste of Indian food, but it was only minimally delicious, and now I have a stomachache. Something tells me that perhaps that's not how you're meant to use curry powder...

Aaaanyway, back to the Translation that Won't End. Huzzah.

This entry makes pretty much no sense.