when i came home, i was held hostage by the red sox game. only when it appeared that the outcome was inevitable (another red sox loss to the indians, they totally own us) did i leave the house to get more groceries. i cooked up some rice for tomorrow night's dinner (fried rice requires day-old rice, and it really needs jasmine even though i only have basmati), prepared some coconut jello, and made some rice noodle ramen for dinner. a fly entered the house when i was bringing the plants back inside. i tried to get it to exit peacefully by leaving the backyard door open, but it didn't seem to want to go back out into the cold dark night, so i had no choice but to chase it around the house with a rolled up newspaper. i finally dazed it and put it out of its misery. later in the evening, mike left and went over to his girlfriend's place.