Dear friends,
It is not fair of me, I know. I dangle a promise of rice and lentils, a big warm soulful bowl of them, and then renege.
I am not reneging, I promise. I have spent the better part of 3 1/2 hours trying to find the words to convey just how good this is, and how absurdly proud I was of myself for stumbling across it. But dear friends, it’s not going to happen tonight. Simply put, I have been pasted by the events of the past week, from the usual nonsense at LuthorCorp to the news that my dad had to have emergency surgery on Tuesday to repair a detached retina to the intensive bargaining sessions I’ve been having with the universe on orionoir’s behalf. Were it not for the kindness of friends, the promise of seeing my family in Philadelphia this weekend, and Lloyd’s stubborn insistence on loving me no matter how much of a moody lunatic I am, I would probably be sitting, mute and thick, in my broken armchair, watching The Player (that would be the cheesy-ass reality show, not the Robert Altman film).
Lloyd and I should be home early Sunday evening, at which point I will be in a sharing mood, really, I will.