this just in

i've the most terrible terrible terrible prata craving. it's so terrible it's not funny. i want prata so bad right now that i'd even consider taking over kitchen cleaning for a week if my indian corridormate or corridor squatter (who's back for the weekend!) makes me some. i.e. i'd swap kitchen cleaning for prata. that's how much i want prata because that's how much i hate kitchen cleaning.

but i can't possibly knock on their door and demand prata now but mhmmmmm. prataaaaa. with eggggggg. and mushrooms. and onion. and cheeseeeee. and curry. and sugar. ooooooooh :) i'd go home for prata right now. or i could ask my mother to bring me some frozen prata when she comes. but then we'll have to lug frozen prata around norway for a few days. and it won't be frozen anymore. sigh.

the absolute irony of this mega craving is that i don't even like prata back home. it's not something i eat often, if at all. WHY OH WHY DO I WANT PRATA SO BADLY NOW I FAIL TO COMPREHEND.

in other news, i've given up booking a laundry slot because i inevitably forget / oversleep / do something more happening than laundry so i've crossed over to the dark side and have become one of those disgusting machine hyenas hovering like awaiting carrion and swooping down all vulture-like on the unsuspecting empty machine on the half-hour. which means i now have to retrieve my laundry from the dryer.