Reason no. 2349080 not to live in a group house

Last night, I began the task of cleaning my fridge. I didn't even get to the "wiping down" part, because there was so much expired stuff to throw out. Fortunately today is trash day...although collection is a whole other can of worms.

Now that my clean freak housemate Tessa's somewhere in Paraguay with the Peace Corps, I thought I'd take the reins. She used to clean old stuff out pretty regularly, so I thought the job couldn't be too bad. Little did I know she never did the door. Seriously, I threw out stuff that expired in 2006. That was TWO YEARS AGO. I threw out/recycled maybe 20 containers, which meant cleaning them out first so that I could a) do maximal recycling b) make the bags less heavy.

Conclusions? I am ready to live in an apartment again, and Tessa's not as much of a clean freak as we had all thought.

Go to hell, tomatoes

My stomach felt funny for most of today, but, then again, my stomach often feels weird. So I dismissed it...until I couldn't any longer. Then I took my temperature (99.6), and I have deduced that I have salmonella. (The cause was most likely a tomato/mozzarella sandwich for lunch yesterday--stupid, I know.) Woooo, tomatoes. I never really liked you and detest you now.

Bad brains

They served veal brain in the cafeteria today. Watch out for cervelle de veau (other questionable offerings there include tongue). Eric, who was visiting for lunch, tried it! He said it was good, but he "couldn't eat a whole thing."