Adventures in cooking
So, it's not very adventurous, really, but I have this dish I like to make. It involves a ton of carrots, a couple of ham steaks, a bag o'cheddar cheese (shredded) and various and sundry foodstuffs (flour, an onion, a half stick of butter, milk, wheat thins crumbled up). I bake it for a half hour and I have this yummy carrot/ham/cheese casserole that I tell myself is good for me because the main ingredient is carrots (which I don't always dig, but they're good surrounded by the other stuff and cooked up).
Now I'm getting ready to eat some of this silliness, finish encoding this stack of CDs I am planning on using at the Erotic Poetry Night tomorrow and not obsess over what email I do or don't get. Life is too short for me to go sabotaging myself. In this space, I'm going to give myself time to prep for the show, and I've got an idea for a lot of mopey/bitter/depressive/silly love-ish (hate-ish?) music for bumpers between poets. I'm going to enjoy my time for me.
The mental hamsters can be a bit annoying on their tired-ass treadmills, and I'm tired of hearing their damned wheels squeaking as they wear the things out. Just not interested in that anymore. :P
Off to do stuff. Meh.
Now I'm getting ready to eat some of this silliness, finish encoding this stack of CDs I am planning on using at the Erotic Poetry Night tomorrow and not obsess over what email I do or don't get. Life is too short for me to go sabotaging myself. In this space, I'm going to give myself time to prep for the show, and I've got an idea for a lot of mopey/bitter/depressive/silly love-ish (hate-ish?) music for bumpers between poets. I'm going to enjoy my time for me.
The mental hamsters can be a bit annoying on their tired-ass treadmills, and I'm tired of hearing their damned wheels squeaking as they wear the things out. Just not interested in that anymore. :P
Off to do stuff. Meh.