I'm so spoiled, the nearest three Trader Joe's to me are easy to get to and park at.

My TraderJoes is overcrowded nearly to the point of causing me rage blackouts on weekends, but I've found that Wednesdays after work it's pretty quiet.

-t, macarons are essentially meringues. They can have almond extract but don't need to.

They're made with almond meal.

I know John Hurt played a million roles, but I am stuck thinking that it feels ominous that Winston Smith has died.

One of my dearest friends uses Winston Smith as his FB name for, reasons. He is a most brilliant and complex fellow. He hasn't reacted yet. No doubt he feels things.

Muslim ban on Holocaust Remembrance Day. The fucking fuck.

Yeah, I braved some news watching last night. It hurts.

My TJs is okay for parking. Stopped there last night for the 2 buck chuck. It has made grocery shopping a new experience for this shopping phobic person. I can go there every day!

My TraderJoes is overcrowded nearly to the point of causing me rage blackouts on weekends, but I've found that Wednesdays after work it's pretty quiet.

I miss working down the street from Trader Joe's. I could just run over at 2 on a weekday, and it was delightful. Now we drive 20 minutes to make one big TJs run every 2 or 3 weeks on a weekend, and it's super crowded. #firstworldproblems

Wait, -t, Sue is 100% right. DO NOT EAT. The one's I've had have been almond free because the woman who gave me the recipe had a kid who is allergic to the world. The recipe she gave me was:

Macarons
4 egg whites
1/3 c of sugar
8 ounces of finely grated white chocolate
1 cup confectioners sugar, sifted

Whisk together your egg whites and sugar until stiff, add color (use gel)if desired and whisk through. Egg whites should be stiff enough that you can turn your bowl upside down. Gently fold in your icing sugar and white chocolate. Avoid it being too runny. Pipe it into circles. Let it sit for at least 30 minutes for a skin to form. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes, check at 15 and possibly moving pan around.

Oh yeah, that is just a meringue. Delicious, delicious meringues!

OK, macarons are back off the menu. Unless I make Kat's recipe, that sounds delish!

I'm on an Albert Campion reading kick, therefore I had an urge to Google antique Daimlers. There is something jarring about seeing a buxom beauty in a modern mini dress posing in the fashion of a modern car girl model by a 1920 ... anything. Seriously, buxom or no, dress 'em up in flapper style. (Some designer somewhere must by now have come up with a way for elements of flapper style to work on bodies with more extreme curves than the typical flapper girl. And if they haven't we should start a writing campaign to suggest it as a challenge to Project Runway.)

Also, this headache has had its claws in facial structures since yesterday, and Excedrin is not getting the job done. Headache typing is almost as tough as drunk typing. Tougher, because I still care about the words for the sake of the words rather than for the sake of not appearing completely sauced.

My work buddy is leaving to move to Florida, which is obviously a huge deal! But her partner is FREAKING OUT with all the change and calls her constantly to freak out. A couple of weeks ago, she wasn't ready to leave her job and maybe she should just stay here. Now she's down there and is afraid they've made a huge mistake and should just come back. So I was thinking, I've never had anyone to call like that because I know no one cares about all of my useless anxieties that I'll just get over as time passes. But then I realized I tell them all to you people! So thank you.