Sated, I called Kris on the phone and prepared to go down to the U-district to find something to do with myself. On the way, I stopped at QFC to buy some chocolate raisins and mint ball thingies. Bouncing up the hill to Poho eating mint balls, the carbonated drink and fish dinner began generating fish flavored burps. Smoked Chocolate Mint Salmon, an acquired taste that I didn't acquire. I bought some kind of microwave ravioli for dinner.
Microwaves are great.
The part of your food that gets hot gets REAL hot, then the other part is still frozen into tomato-snow. While waiting for my food to get its other side heated, Kris reminded me of a quote out of a dream I had many years ago. Sitting in a folding chair was a caucasian male, mid-20s, wearing a solid color button up shirt and dress pants. He had latex house paint smeared over his head. It was so weird, I remembered it after I woke up.