I came to a conclusion that whenever E. comes to my place he brings a bug.

I mean, we reconnected just a few weeks ago and I have managed to get a tonsilitis, an ear infection, and a vomiting bug. Last week I thought that whatever I ate is going to chew it's way out of my smaller intesine and call me it's mommy.

I'm better now, possibly developed some sort of an immunity, but I do feel a bit worn down. E. is still not terribly well - falls asleep all the time.

While we were both at the vomiting bug stage he mentioned that there's always diced carrots when you get sick. It seemed awfully true, even though it's been a while since I had diced carrots.

I used to like diced carrots a lot. Back home they were always served in a mix with green peas and whatever mush it was and they were always lukewarm and overcooked. Every now and then I wish I could go back in time and stop my parents before they came up with the idea that me and my sister should eat at the local canteen; they ruined the taste of fried liver for me for the rest of my life. But I did like diced carrots.

Shortly after the recovery I decided to have some diced carrots. It seemed like a sensible thing to eat for someone with a weak stomach. I had them with some parsnip and fresh herbs. They were delicious. I threw up shortly after consumption.

Suddenly I remember why I didn't eat diced carrots for such a long time.
They are just plain evil.