I have brought things in from my car, enjoyed this Pearl Milk Tea (which I shall have to get some more of. God bless Oriental markets. I miss Houston, where I could get delicious sushi made with egg - I've NO idea how to spell it, pocky, etc. from any one of three places a few minutes away), balanced my checkbook, and taken out the trash. I feel SO productive.
The 'pearls' in this tea are intriguing me. They're just little balls of starch and they look like the eggs of some sea creature all nestled there at the bottom of the cup. *pokes 'em* Actually, they look like the eggs I found while visiting the house of one of my mom's friends in Brenham when I was younger (Nicole: Cathy. Remember that? It was gray and rainy when we visited). Never did figure out what sort of egg it was.
... Well, now I don't want to eat them.
My mother is coming to visit me (possibly) on the 9th of November. ACK. Must make self and apartment pretty.