February 24, 2010 by sandwichcontrol
NyQuil-meister does nothing for me. Except, of course, turn me into a zombie. Is it not bad enough to wake up pouring mucus from my face, but now I have to crave living brains as well? Great. These hot and cold flashes must be the physical manifestation of when I switch back and forth from living to undead.
Let’s see, things to report. I forgot to tell you about the cookbook that Prince Jazzbo brought me back from the Tech Museum in California. He brought me the official Star Trek Cookbook. It is most excellent. I can feel your seething jealousy radiating across the innernet right now. Also, Teacher Sis picked me up an awesome book called The Elements. That’s what it is about, the elements. You know, from the periodic table. She also delivered some oven mitts that she has had for me for a while. I am glad to have them. Pulling things out of the oven with towels got old fast. I am not saying it does not work. What am I saying is that worrying about catching a towel on fire, especially one that is wrapped around my hand, is not something that I care to do while I am pulling the dinner, which I probably have been working on for a while now, out of the oven.
What else? Oh, I totally forgot La Duchess’s birthday yesterday. So, everyone send her an Happy Belated Birthday today.
I think that is all I have for you this morning. I am pretty wiped out from that whole sleeping thing. Stupid NyQuil. Anyways, I’m off to work. More soon. ~SC
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