Ted found that he likes to cook. I will like to cook. When I get my own kitchen. Or at least, when I get my own kitchen that I only have to share with one other person, a person whom I have made a life-long commitment to getting along with, and whose ideas about personal property and cleanliness will be closely aligned with mine.

Anderson gave me a ride to Krogers today: three kinds of apples, radishes, grapes, two kinds of chips, salsa, cereal, jelly, bread, yogurt, soda, and a candy bar. You would think I was going on a picnic. (argh, forgot the oatmeal)