Two weeks’ Prilosec progress ruined in half an hour
Thursday, May 31st, 2007
I turned to my Indian co-worker today and said, I don’t know how your food doesn’t kill you.
I got Indian food for lunch today, and I have no idea why. No, wait, I do—it was cheap. But I know I don’t like it and it just hurts me, but I got it anyway. Ugh. I just don’t even like the palette—it’s all brown and yellow. And blazing, firey red, two hours later. My experience with Indian food is like holding a hammer over my fingers and saying, hm, I wonder if this’ll hurt this time.
