We are out of teabags. This is something of an emergency. Actually, we have one teabag, but there are two of us who drink tea, and I do not believe in anaemic tea, so it's not going to be shared. I can't possibly use the last teabag in the house. It'd just be too cruel.

What I do have is leaf tea, but the teapots are somewhere in the pile of yet ( Read more... )

Whether you believe in creationism or evolution, this has got to be the stupidest argument ever. Sadly, I think this man must get paid to spout such crap.

Eh. That wine and chocolate day was a bad thing. I have a lot of trouble picking myself up after one of those, and yeah, things have gone a little south.

First, we had a slight recovery at 73.4kg, then I was a little naughty, and it went up to 73.5kg, and yesterday I was very naughty, and it went up to 74kg ( Read more... )

Chapter 8 hates me. After the story plan self-destructed, I replanned chapters 8 and 9. Hurray, I thought, this is what I'll write ( Read more... )

Moo. Meat and the Environment

I haven't had time to get to my fic exchange assignment for a week or so, which of course is going to make it all the extra pressure. I (hope I) still should have time to meet the deadline.

Oh goodie. We need a new fuel tank for our car. It's going to cost in the vicinity of $1100. Gee, between this and building a house, I feel like an ATM machine right now. Feel my happiness.

I guess, at least, that we weren't blown up.

Last night, Ron asked me to go see why there was a smell of kerosene in the garage ( Read more... )