Woody Allen is no longer funny

We went to the Indian restaurant in Porter Square. We go there a lot, and they’d sent us a gift voucher in thanks. Afterwards we went to Star Market to pick up food, as stocks at home were low on various essentials… bread, eggs, fudge brownie mix, cheesecake flavor Haägen-Dazs frozen yogurt, you know, the essentials. I wandered the aisles in that pleasant post-curry daze of serotonin, slightly spaced out by the bright lights.