Day 79

Wednesday | May 16th, 2012


I was on fire when I woke up at 11.30. I started right in on the dishes with plans to vacuum and mop the floors as well. Instead I finally hit the cabinets and began scrubbing off the glue and dust. This led to a scrubbing of the decorative beam and a few doorways. All this while doing laundry, too.

Once the cabinets were spotless, the cleaning Nazi let me wind down a bit, but nothing like the day-long pajama infested lounge-abouts of days gone yore. It was really short-lived because then I was hungry.

What started as me cookin’ sausage cascaded into me cookin’ a little garlic and onion to go with the meat, then cookin an egg for more protein, then a remembrance of hash browns to dance with it all. We’re still eating our way through the box of potatoes FIL brought last month. It was a merry meal. A tad overcooked in the veges department, lacking the two other things I wanted most to complete the palette perversion: toast and collared greens. That worked out to be my supper.

There was some dog walking, an odd encounter with an officemate where I went totally 멍 and couldn’t think of anything to say. Then there was another chapter in the lengthy book called ‘Helping People with Their Computing Problems’ a.k.a. ‘How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb’. The vodka made the evening very pleasant—it was nice to not drink alone. It was also nice to have fresh mixer and free chips. (Luxuries my wallet screams “NO!” at constantly.)

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