I felt decidedly queasy waking up today. I think perhaps it was an ill advised order of takeout that I, for some reason, got last night. Maybe I have romanticized Chinese takeout (fetishized it?) to the point that I actually think this greasy disgusting slop is something like fine dining. Whatever the reason, I think I'll wait a while before visiting the local takeout again. I do not like the look in the eyes of the lady behind the counter. She knows. She knows what I want AND what it's doing to me. She doesn't care, all she asks is, "Would you like dumplings with that? Would you? You would. Admit it."