Jeff had never had Indian before, so after work he met me at Cedar's. the chicken nan again, and chicken tikka masala (good stuff, but i like the paneer better) and chicken biryani, which turned out to be a pile of saffron rice with chicken and tomatoes and raisins and cashews. good stuff; i think i've created another addict.
so i'm setting the alarm and look down, seeing something black twitch beside the trash can. after a minute of "wtf? mouse. ohgoddon'tletitbeamouse" i realize it's Baine curled up behind my desk.
