blahIt makes me cranky, well crankier. I miss tortillas so much. I want a nectarine. Last night, I had a dream that I was at a pasta bar with every type of noodle and sauce to choose from. This was certainly prompted by the birthday lunch I attended for a co-worker yesterday at Venezia, an Italian restaurant that's a New Orleans institution. While everyone else ate lasagna, spaghetti and meatballs or chicken parmagiana, I munched on my Caesar salad.
Only three more days left of this phase. Come Monday I will celebrate with a wheat tortilla and a diet Coke!
