Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I happy doing all my own cooking. It would just be nice if there were someone else to clean up afterwards.So me. We had the family rule of "I cook, you clean". Mom didn't fancy that rule as much when we started cooking... and that we were better cooks... but that's another discussion.
I'm in the latter camp, but since I LOVE cooking and really don't like cleaning it somehow seems unfair.
That's the thing, she likes to cook (and she loves the control), so it can be pretty unfair.
I got the cold Monday, gave the cold to The Boy on Wednesday, and if he gets better before I do (which is looking likely) I am going to be PISSED.
Yeah, that's me. Tom always seems to be sick for twice as long as I am.
Meh, I have not been feeling great all weekend long. Not that this has stopped me from enjoying 2 beer events- Cambridge Brewing Company's "Nineteen Beers for Nineteen Years" on Friday night and then NERAX (New England Real Ale Exhibition) on Saturday. They have always been on the same weekend, which is sort of an overload. Happily, next year, NERAX will be in March instead of May!
In other beer news, Tom just finished brewing his first all-grain batch of homebrew. This involves a lot of jerryrigged equipment- coolers, copper pipes, um... other stuff. He was talking about being pleased with "extraction rates" so it seems that things went well. He's like a mad chemist in there!
Boy. Everything hates me today.
We don't. (Do humans count as a "thing"?)
I just spent over two hours working on the stupid evite for me and my friend's thesis completion celebration, and evite ATE it. GRRRRRR. And that's like the 20th thing that has gone annoyingly wrong today. I think it's just bed time.
My old place was 196 square feet. Total. This really feels palatial.
Ah. This is 40 square meters (c 130 square feet). Ha. Your old place sounds palatial! (But I like my studio - it's very pretty, and has nice views. Plus, I am a slob, so it's just as well that the space-for-making-mess is kept to a minimum, I guess...)
Now I'm wondering how many square feet Jesse's old studio was, years ago, because I remember that as really darn small.
Am irked--had double-booked for dinner, accidentally...and now have NO plans because they both bailed! Argh.
Not that I'm actually hungry, or want to move from my couch, but I DO want some human interaction.
And that's like the 20th thing that has gone annoyingly wrong today.
Ugh. I hate days like that.
I'm trying to figure out what I can do with about a cup of leftover brown rice. I'm sick of eating it as just rice. So far, I've found some bread recipes that use cooked rice, and I've realized I can mix it with some almond milk to make rice pudding. I'm missing several ingredients for either of those, though. Though right now, I'm don't really have enough energy to do anything, so might as well make it tomorrow.
Ah. This is 40 square meters (c 130 square feet). Ha. Your old place sounds palatial!
Is the 40 square meters including the bathroom, kitchen, and the space where the front door opens?