I'm at my fourth Academic Meet - this time, it's at Savannah, as opposed to Lee's Summit or Smithville, and supposedly there were be a lot of smaller schools, like us, who we will savagely beat like red-headed stepchildren. This was the case to all other small schools when we were in the larger competitions, but with a competition composed entirely of smaller classes, I think we can actually win this time - take home a little trophy.
I'm actually miserably ill, and Charles woke me up to the phrase,
"Don't bullshit me, okay? I'm thirty-two, I know better". He was arguing with a Girlfriend (He has a few.) over the phone around 1:30 AM or so.
I'm exhausted - I don't want to down a bunch of coffee because it's only 3:30 AM now, and I have to get to Savannah by 8:00, which gives me an entire five hours for my coffee to wear off.
Sitting at the post-office yesterday, I made a lazy remake of "Mister Blonde" from my little Cardboard Notebook. I just sort of redrew it on the back of a shipping form, so on the way back, I stopped at the Faxer's and had a scan made - a little crappy, but it cost me all of thirty cents and it didn't fold my notebook in half.
...There's totally a resemblance, what are you talking about?
I miss MSPaint, where my doodles look respectable.
Made tempura a few days back - don't use Celery, it doesn't lose any of that tart flavor or stringiness when you batter it.
Saw that we've somehow come into the possession of one lone bag of brown sugar; think I'm going to use some of it to whip-up a flan, and maybe get rid of some eggs in the process.
I love making weeafood because it goes over well.
"Oh, Ichirin. You cook so much better than Nue - longingly kiss at my neck".
It'll happen. You'll see.
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