Mal ,'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Called out for Thai. Doing unspeakable things to the tum (red curry with roasted duck), but it's still the current craving. It's been a long one for an entire cuisine.
Work...done. Head...pounding. But at least I could now take the sleepy meds. I'm on call overnight, but I don't expect anything to happen then.
mac and I had a kinda late lunch of Ethiopian, and then ice cream around 5, so no dinner for us.
Work...done.
Hooray!
Head...pounding.
Less so.
Good LORD. I was really hoping by moving to Seattle I could have a Pride that didn't involve being exhausted and heat strokey afterward, but NOOOOO, it's 90 degrees here and sunny. WTF, Seattle??!?!?!
So it's 6:30 and I'm in my house with the shades drawn and the fan on high, eating my hummus and pita and trying to cool down. I already took a cold shower. I am prided out. I could go to the lesbian bar or do something like that, but I just don't think I am up for it. There would be too much heat, and I don't mean sexy ladies.
I don't really like granite countertops. For counters, I want something that'll wipe up easily. When my parents redid their kitchen around 1992 or so, they got Formica counters, but in a pattern and installed in a way that made it look like Corian at first glance. Aside from one or two small scratches, it still looks pretty much perfect.
I also hate tile floors in kitchens. The kitchen in my apartment has tile, and I've broken so many dishes on it.
My apartment also has white carpeting and white walls, both of which I hate. I've got plenty of color in my furniture and a few area rugs, but I really wish I could paint the walls.
We had panzanella and it was good. DF is now making choco chip cookies. Yum!
but NOOOOO, it's 90 degrees here and sunny. WTF, Seattle??!?!?!
I don't know. This is not the weather I ordered, that's for damn sure.
I am having my traditional omg too hot ooooouuut dinner of tortilla chips and salsa. It's the only thing that sounds good to me.
I made stir fry for dinner, but I wasn't paying enough attention to what I was doing and accidentally put in the mustard greens that were supposed to go in tomorrow night's dinner, rather than the pac choi that was supposed to go in tonight's dinner. Oops.
Back when my folks and I were looking for a house around 1991, we immediately leaped on the one and only place that we all liked at first sight. Then we discovered (too late) that its doorways were too narrow, the wiring had been done by Rube Goldberg, and my bedroom was 20° warmer than the rest of the house.