I forgot yesterday when I was writing about how boring life currently is that I ate some cow tongue. It tasted good if not a dripping mess, but I kept on looking at the chunks and could totally see how it was just tongue cut up. It was all textured and stuff. Didn't make it taste any less good, though.
I had been walking out of the break room to go back on the floor when a co-worker I don't even know very well walked by with a tell-tale greasy bag. In my ever-mooching way I had to inquire what he had and when he rattled off the very Spanish-y names for cow cheek and tongue I just had to go back to the break room to see what exactly he had. Then he was awesome enough to let me have one of the tortilla wrapped meats, and since I have had barbacoa/cheek (very good!) before I went for lengua instead. Good people are good.
Continuing with bike riding after two days getting home as it was becoming dark made for a huffing-puffing mess of a ride, but I made it a bit longer with the aid of a Metric Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? soundtrack. Five songs this time. Then I used the sixth to reintroduce the Pilates exercise first taught to me by my high school winterguard instructor. It's suppose to be sixteen counts of a lot of leg variations and then sixteen reps to each side and then the hardest eight of these odd crunch and then full lift into upright sitting position then down again. I to three before my neck would literally not move anymore. I remember it doing that the first time I ever learned it too, so I was understanding, but it made me feel like a fat-ass loser nonetheless.
I had been walking out of the break room to go back on the floor when a co-worker I don't even know very well walked by with a tell-tale greasy bag. In my ever-mooching way I had to inquire what he had and when he rattled off the very Spanish-y names for cow cheek and tongue I just had to go back to the break room to see what exactly he had. Then he was awesome enough to let me have one of the tortilla wrapped meats, and since I have had barbacoa/cheek (very good!) before I went for lengua instead. Good people are good.
Continuing with bike riding after two days getting home as it was becoming dark made for a huffing-puffing mess of a ride, but I made it a bit longer with the aid of a Metric Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? soundtrack. Five songs this time. Then I used the sixth to reintroduce the Pilates exercise first taught to me by my high school winterguard instructor. It's suppose to be sixteen counts of a lot of leg variations and then sixteen reps to each side and then the hardest eight of these odd crunch and then full lift into upright sitting position then down again. I to three before my neck would literally not move anymore. I remember it doing that the first time I ever learned it too, so I was understanding, but it made me feel like a fat-ass loser nonetheless.
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