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Jan. 17th, 2005 05:26 pmWell, now I know how to recognize when fish has gone bad ...
The sushi did, in fact, disagree with me. The sushi disagreed with me violently. The sushi disagreed with me like Thomas a Beckett disagreed with King Henry II, like Democrats disagree with Republicans, like Red Sox fans disagree with Yankee fans.
The sushi chose to disagree with me shortly before I had to go and pick up books from the head of my department: through a valiant effort of the sort unheralded since the victories of Charlemagne, I managed to refrain from vomiting at her feet.
Victory is mine!
However, in the time spent weaving to the office and back, I did manage to achieve a valuable result: I composed a haiku.
The salmon roll dials
God on the porcelain phone
"Order not the fish."
The sushi did, in fact, disagree with me. The sushi disagreed with me violently. The sushi disagreed with me like Thomas a Beckett disagreed with King Henry II, like Democrats disagree with Republicans, like Red Sox fans disagree with Yankee fans.
The sushi chose to disagree with me shortly before I had to go and pick up books from the head of my department: through a valiant effort of the sort unheralded since the victories of Charlemagne, I managed to refrain from vomiting at her feet.
Victory is mine!
However, in the time spent weaving to the office and back, I did manage to achieve a valuable result: I composed a haiku.
The salmon roll dials
God on the porcelain phone
"Order not the fish."