Today has not been the best of days for food. I plummeted to the rock-bottom, least-favorite flavor of meal-replacement shake. It’s growing on me… which means I’ve gotten used to the taste enough that I’m no longer convinced there’s something wrong with it.

I tried to make eggs with cheese, but by golly, the cheese musta been a little moldy because as soon as it started to melt, there’s that musty dish-rag smell. (I can smell things before I can see them.) Had to start over on that.

And the mochi I ordered off the internet?

Well, the taste was fine.

The appearance?

Well, they sure as heck didn’t look like the picture. A little blobby–not the beautiful, round shape– and the filling was solid, and not as appealing a green. They stuck to their… uhm… is that a cupcake liner? something fierce.

So much for celebrating.

Maybe that’s the universe’s way of telling me to get my butt back to work.

Not finished yet.

No chewy, gooey, mochi for you.