Fighting the Current

the MRE and me

Continuing with one of the themes of the last entry, I never want to drink coconut milk again. I don't think I could unless I was stuck on a deserted island or something. And along that same thought-train, we just opened up a MRE -- a Meal Ready to Eat -- from the army. My brother's friend's uncle got a whole bunch of them for some reason and we now have three. They've been sitting in the basement for who-knows-how-long. It was cheese ravioli, and actually kind of tasted like Ellio's Pizza. I really don't like Ellio's. I think we also have Pasta Alfredo and some vegetarian meal. lol, your tax dollars at work.

I'm listening to Vangelis's Mythodea right now.

I have homework to finish and some projects to work on, so I must go.