The order goes, "The bright sun comes up," then "the dew falls away," THEN the little birds get to say good morning good morning. The robin outside my window started singing at ten to three. Obvs had terrible parents who didn't teach him that song ( Read more... )

Not just in the ordinary ways, either, like being able to buy food and healthcare and feeling self-esteem and not going stir-crazy. Most of my jobs have taught me widely-applicable life skills; current job at Coffee of Annihilation is no different. (And no, I'm not talking about knowing how to grind coffee for different kinds of coffee makers ( Read more... )

Caffeine is not a sleep substitute. I keep trying to use it as one ( Read more... )

Yesterday I accidentally got a badly-needed day of rest. The plan was to go to Milwaukee for BK's family stuff (I like his family, so this was a 'get to,' not a chore) in the morning, then come back for capoeira at 6 followed by Exalted ( Read more... )

Yesterday I got a brownie on the way out from Job 1 and had a bunch of candy at Job 2, in both cases because I was very hungry and had already eaten my way through the food I brought with me ( Read more... )

It's funny, but I've been enjoying working all the time. I talk about how I should drop some hours somewhere, and in the abstract I know I sometimes need to clean house or otherwise do things that take more than an hour and are neither work, sleep, nor capoeira, but other than that--I'm not especially depressed, my stomach hasn't hurt much in days ( Read more... )

It's a trap. Exercise traps you with the shiny endorphins and then you start to get MUSCLES and you're like wow, I bet girls will totally dig these, and you rearrange your work schedule so you can go more often and you practice after work on your off nights and then your body's like "WHOA" because you can't eat like crap and work out like crazy at ( Read more... )

I am bad at Magic.

Mountain Dew gives me wings. Or at least I end up on high ledges.

I like my hash browns fried to resemble potato chips.

Pie! I made pie. Peach raspberry pie, but not with real filling, just with peaches and raspberries and brown sugar and cinnamon. It's sort of soup in a pie crust.

...now I don't feel like eating pie. It's a good thing I have roommates.

I think I forgot to list rice pudding when I was naming foods I can make.

Maybe one tiny piece.

Life does unexpected things sometimes. Growing up, I always assumed I'd just have to marry someone who knew how to cook or was willing to learn. My experimental cooking in my college years pretty much bore out this assumption. Just ask Lex if you don't believe me. Also, I didn't really LIKE cooking. It was okay, but I would usually rather do ( Read more... )