Mailed in my ballot a few days ago ... Fine, don't let me vote for governor of New York, but I swear if Paladino wins by one vote there will be HELL to pay. Actually, scratch that. If Paladino wins, period.
Things are otherwise uneventful. I'm sick with some lame cold, and the only thing REALLY bumming me out about it is that I can't taste anything I eat. I'm not sure it has ever been this bad before. I've tried everything: Spoonfuls of Dijon mustard, overdosing black pepper, soup, NUTELLA. Presumably, if you're reading this, you know me, so you can understand the FULL misery of this cold symptom. I've made progress though, now I can taste the food when I blow my nose.
Ponder that for a minute.
Moving on, I spent my post-orchestra afternoon buying tickets to La Cage aux Folles, My Fair Lady and [WAIT FOR IT] SWEENEY TODD. So excited, I always wanted to see Sweeney Todd live (pumped for the other two, too). Along with all of those classical concerts I've reserved at the Salle Pleyel, I'm starting to feel like I'm actually taking advantage of some of these opportunities I might not have again. SCORE!
Just cooked myself dinner (chicken with rice and a cream/mustard sauce, master chef that I am) ... Couldn't taste it. Curses.
Tomorrow I'm off to Neuilly-Plaisance to tutor English and have lunch with the Penets. Love them, they're so much fun to talk to!!!
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