No soup for you

Today was decidedly a soup day because it was so miserable out. The rain came and blankeded the city in a fog that hid the mountains and made everything grey and blah.

I thought of getting some soup from the cafeteria on the fourth floor but the soups of the day were chicken gumbo and French onion. I wasn't in a chicken gumbo mood and I think French onion is a pathetic excuse for soup.

The reasons why I hate French onion soup are as follows:

It tastes bad.

It barely has any onions in it.

It's too salty.

It makes my pee smell funny and that weirds me out.

Sure, Vancouver's big and I could have probably found some soup that I liked somewhere else but I didn't. It was too rainy and ugh.