"To make something special, you just have to believe it's special!"

[spritechan]

My asparagus was bad in my bento today and I did not notice until after I started eating it. I was cooking several dishes when I packed it, most of them pungent with fishy odors that my sensitive nose is not used to. It was horrible. It spread that disgusting taste into my rice D: So I just packed it up, not wanting to punish anyone else with the smell.

It haunted me all night. I am terrified of moldy food, and I associate "gone bad" with "is definitely moldy somewhere."

5 minutes ago, I couldn't take it anymore. It was me or the asparagus. So I dumped it in the big industrial garbage can and double-cleaned my container (grimacing at every waft of rottaragus that came my way) and high-tailed it out of there. *gag*  Steve didn't say anything to me about it, which leads me to believe he either A. Didn't notice, as is often the case with him, or B. Thought something was a little off but ate it anyway, which is also often the case. Props to him for suffering through it, that's for sure.




My fingers, especially my right index, hurt like crazy but I can't stop typing. It's like my livelihood. I must work on papers and finish charting on clients. Just wanted you to know about my asparahorror.