Salad-Man

This morning I worked at the hospital again. This time I was assigned the basement, just like last week. The difference: this week I would be doing the basement by myself, no experienced employees to help me. I did just fine.

That afternoon I wrote on the scientific paper on embodied interaction and autobiographical memory. For dinner I went to my girlfriend, who cooked rice with bacon and salad.

We found this little guy in the salad, eventually I ate him.