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March 7, 2007
thereís nothing more comforting than basmati rice cooking fragrantly in a pot on a day with a Ė42 wind chill (when I woke yesterday morning), past the point when celsius and fahrenheit differ. i didnít have to leave the apartment yesterday; it was warm with the sun shining in. how will i ever leave the nineteenth floor where i donít need curtains? yesterday morning the frost really did shine like diamonds on the window pane. i pulled up the covers and read, didnít feel the slightest bit guilty about staying in bed. and then for lunch spicy brown lentil curry.