I swear to god, I’m trying to watch “Lost” (and by the way, I would love it if it becomes a regular thing for it to be on at 9 pm instead of 8 so I don’t miss the beginning during the bedtime marathon; this has been great), trying SO hard to concentrate, and all I can think about is how willingly I would commit any number of crimes as long as I was rewarded with a giant heaping plate of Cantonese Chow Mein. Not the cheap shit from the pretend Chinese places, I mean the real deal from Chinatown. I can taste it in my imagination but that’s just not cutting it.

So.hungry.