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I'm feeling kind of miserable and unwell. It's probably due to eating too many of the peanut butter blossoms that I made for today's Tea. Or maybe it's just being home alone most of the weekend. Or maybe it's missing my boyfriend. Or maybe it's the miserable fucking news that medical evacuation flights to the US were canceled because someone started asking who was going to pay for it.
I'm sure it won't do any good, but I did email Mikulski and asked her to help make the names of everyone involved in this decision so that we can make sure their careers in public service won't advance. Of course it won't make a difference. We'll all be angry to so they'll throw us a few hapless scapegoats and that will be an end of it. But I will never get over thinking of people who lived through weeks of misery dying from something as stupid as tetnus because we, the richest and greatest nation in the world, were busy worrying about the bill.
I'm going to throw up now.
In other news, my poetry workshop, which consists of two lovely ladies, met at my house today. I never have guests so I'm always worried about things like this, but I think it came off really well. I made chutney cheese, chicken salad, shrimp salad, and turkey with honey mustard sandwiches (one each), cut off the crusts and made them into little triangles arranged in a star pattern. I had macaroni and cheese, couscous salad, and apple slices to go with. For desert there was the aformentioned peanut butter blossoms and cinamon rolls.
It was pretty much awesome.
And, oh yeah, there was poetry too.
I'm sure it won't do any good, but I did email Mikulski and asked her to help make the names of everyone involved in this decision so that we can make sure their careers in public service won't advance. Of course it won't make a difference. We'll all be angry to so they'll throw us a few hapless scapegoats and that will be an end of it. But I will never get over thinking of people who lived through weeks of misery dying from something as stupid as tetnus because we, the richest and greatest nation in the world, were busy worrying about the bill.
I'm going to throw up now.
In other news, my poetry workshop, which consists of two lovely ladies, met at my house today. I never have guests so I'm always worried about things like this, but I think it came off really well. I made chutney cheese, chicken salad, shrimp salad, and turkey with honey mustard sandwiches (one each), cut off the crusts and made them into little triangles arranged in a star pattern. I had macaroni and cheese, couscous salad, and apple slices to go with. For desert there was the aformentioned peanut butter blossoms and cinamon rolls.
It was pretty much awesome.
And, oh yeah, there was poetry too.