COOKED: Stir Fry Over Cellophane Noodles Or It'd Be Cheaper To Buy Packing Peanuts

Can there please be a website called blooger.com? I'd go to it. Hmm. Maybe I should just make it, put my old HTML knowledge to use. Except I guess HTML is ancient news now. It's the mother of the hip, sexy XHTML. Grocery shopping together, who will the bag boy hit on? Beautifully classic HTML, or too-much-eye-liner XHTML? Probably the latter, because bag boy is dumb and doesn't recognise HTML's fantasticity. Oh, moving on, are we? Well you can stop reading right now, because I will continue this metaphor until I get sick of it. Me. Blogs are the outlet for the self-obsessed, what, has your mother taught you nothing? She's probably sobbing in a corner somewhere, dismayed by your lack of...Sorry. I suppose I have the 10:54 Jumpies. On another note, the dish I made tonight was very nice. Wednesdays, foodwise, kind of suck for me (and Mondays, to a degree). I have a half hour to eat and get from one class to another. I don't want to buy a sandwich, they... well, to put it simply, they make me sleepy. If you want me to explain that further, I will. Privately. God knows I wouldn't want to lose any of my... readers. I was trying to count how many I have. I honestly have no clue, but I'd warrent a guess of anywhere from 3 to 0. Anyway, I made my lunch of scrambled eggs and vegetables this morning, and now I know that's just not enough food to propel a blond haired mass through temperatures of -40 (windchill included). Luckily, I didn't freak out my classmates when they saw me eating it. They seemed intrigued. They seemed envious. Oh, what now? How is that even possible? Anyway, cellophane noodles were fun to try, I'd buy them again. Which means I'd eat them again. Clarifying. The noods' were very receptive to tamari sauce. And hot pans. I have dishes to wash. Excuse me.Chow, Lucia