So, apart from the tomatoes going everywhere, the evil carrots, me tripping over the garbage bin, forgetting to put in bean sprouts, forgetting to chop the peppers properly, and burning the rice, it wasn't a bad evening. I'm quite tired though. Stupid cooking. Oh well, it was worth it.
What else? Oh yeah, Boondock Saints was good. I was laughing when they blew up the cat, but then sad. But then happy again when someone asked "Is it dead?" Pure genious, I say! And now I will listen to music and wait for the food poisoning to kick in.