Oh! Anybody who wants to learn how to make soup stock from scratch, this book [link] Cooking With Scraps can teach you how. If you do Kindle, I can loan it to you.

Wakey

I had a dream that the characters from Empire were on the Great British Bake-off. Unfortunately I don't remember too much about it except waking up, thinking I needed to tell the Buffistas, and going back to sleep.

Here's my chicken soup recipe. Buy a three-pack of boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Cook one for dinner however you like. Season the other two with salt, pepper, and dried thyme. Drop a bit of olive oil on top and bake for an hour at 350F. Chop into bite sized pieces. Chop one medium onion, two stalks of celery, and two peeled carrots. Sauté the veggies in olive oil over medium heat with just a dash of salt. When the onions are translucent add the chicken and stir. Add a quart of Swanson's chicken broth and a glug or two of dry white wine. Add another shake of thyme. Bring to a boil and then simmer for two hours. Add noodles or wild rice or whatever and continue cooking according to the package directions. Taste at the end and add more seasoning if needed.

Man, you can tell it's going to be a long day when I'm already typing notes to authors like "This is not our journal's style you special fucking snowflake, and if you read our author guidelines or even one article in the journal you would know that you ridiculous demandy jerk!"

(Note: I do not actually send these notes to the author; I send things like "It is journal style to use the term [blah] instead of [foo]; therefore, [blah] will be retained throughout.")

This is the special snowflake who Bartleby-the-Scrivenered me last week by refusing to return her article on time and informing me of when she would choose to return it, so I really shouldn't be surprised she's pushing back on every single one of her precious baby words. Ass.

This is the special snowflake who Bartleby-the-Scrivenered me last week by refusing to return her article on time and informing me of when she would choose to return it

I bet there's an online club for Bartleby-the-Scriveners where they get together and discuss the Scrivenering they accomplish each day.

"And then I told her wouldn't be returning the document on its due date. Guess what I told her then. Guess. I told her I'd be returning the document on a day different from the due date--and that day was also after the due date!"

I bet there's an online club for Bartleby-the-Scriveners where they get together

They're not online, they exchange handwritten letters.

I had a dream that the characters from Empire were on the Great British Bake-off.

Amazing.

I feel I should note this banner day: I wore a wool coat and regular boots to work for the first time! Not the puffy coat and snow boots!

I am wearing short sleeves in the office (I took off my cardigan) and not a turtleneck, a dress AND a cardigan!

I did wear my puffy coat, though, because I left my wool coat at the theater. It was really hot.

I kind of like Bartleby the Scrivener. I think he is a good role model for rabid people pleasers like me- it kind of evens out to normal. But if you already have Bartleby-like tendancies, I think it could go to far.

The clocks hanging on the walls here at the office have not sprung forward. It's disorienting. Dark drive in, but at least the moon was fullish. Three quarter, maybe?

I had a dream that the characters from Empire were on the Great British Bake-off.

That sounds great. I haven't even watched the Great British Bake-off, but I would totaly watch that dream.