WTF . . . lab

Welcome To French  . . . writing lab.

As useful as this little immersive editing tool is, it has caused me far far far too much grief.

I am really not a fan of printing things on campus, and I'm not a fan of ridiculous rules that tend to hinder the greatness of my french composition. And I'm really really not a fan of staying up and extra half hour to edit said composition after having stayed an extra half an hour at work, {about 3:10} in order to have said composition prepared for said writing lab.

Anyway, I should be grateful, but, I've been remiss.

To make up for it:
Tilapia # 3/3 . . . quite possibly my favorite, breaded with loads of lemon juice and cilantro.

Unfortunately the photo below does NOT represent one of my finer moments: I burned a whole batch of granola, smoked up my entire apartment, encouraging my roommate to teach me how to open every window on the first level  in 30º weather. Swell. The photo shows the front door propped ajar, blinds up, the window opened, and curtains shoved aside. 

We had visitors poke their heads in the window throughout the day . . . that was worst than the cold.

But I did make some grapefruit juice that was quite good, and helped wash down the charcoal taste.