It’s okay, though. This spicy vegetarian basil fried rice is still quite good sans egg. A pleasant surprise. Makes up for that way-too-sweet white chocolate mousse earlier. I guess I should’ve known what I was getting into with that whipped diabetes, though. I’ll stick to regular chocolate mousse. Actually, you know, I’m not even supposed to have chocolate because it’s got caffeine. Last week, I drank a cup of tapioca milk tea and stayed up the whole night without actually wanting to. There was hysterical crying at around 5:00 AM. And then a 15-minute nap at 7:00. And chem lab at 8:00. And more hysterical crying. Just general hysteria from sleep deprivation.

(Wait, so there IS egg in here. It’s just chopped up into little pieces. Okay, why wouldn’t it be? It usually is. The menu pictures were misleading me to believe that it was going to be a fried, sunny side up egg. Mmm. Biting into the crispy yolk. Wa-pow.)

See, when all these little things happen to you and you feel so miserable, you really want to curl up in a little ball in the corner while it’s happening. But then, it’s over, and you have a new story to tell people. When you laugh so hard that you pee all over yourself in the middle of a playground, that’s embarassing. But if you wait 11 years to retell it, then it’s all the rage.

Why do you want to pee when you touch warm water? What’s that all about? Someone tell me before I have to go find out for myself. I should be a urologist.