semicynical

Crazy, crazy neck and shoulder pain over the last few days. This morning it's even worse; radiating down my arm to my fingertips. The timing is outrageously bad as I have a party of the most delightful sort to attend tonight. It's not an evening I want limited by tension of any kind. I wonder how much Robacet I can take before I end up...
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I also really like these.

I want these Fluevogs.

And I might go get them at lunch today.



I went. I looked. I resisted again.

Whiskey in my throat and loving hands wrapped 'round me. Happy night.

Totally fucking useless day. I felt like someone had removed all my working brain cells. All I could think about was getting laid and a pair of Fluevogs. At times, the two notions were not mutually exclusive.

Just gave the rough puff its last two turns and stuck it in the freezer.





That really could mean anything. I love it.

I just spent three hours taking a course from one of the best pastry chefs in Toronto. I'm dusted with flour and my arms are aching, but all glitzy with joy. We made a sweet pastry for tart shells, a pie pastry for, you know, pies, and a rough puff pastry, for fancy French-like desserts. So not only do I now have a little more...
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Absolutely no inclination to do anything productive today. I need a kick in the pants and sadly, I'm not that flexible.

What to do?


Five hours later ...


I've cooked.
I've washed dishes.
I've stopped myself from making a compulsive purchase. (Ooooh how I want an AirPort Express with iTunes gizmo.)
I've done a phone survey.
I've chopped up five pounds of chicken with a...
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I got the chance to hear my sweetie do some public speaking today. Totally kicked my ass. Hearing someone you love present their complex thoughts in an articulate, thoughtful fashion is deeply cool. My heart got bigger with every word.

I think I want Asterlee to be my best friend forever. Sooo beautiful.

Now that I think about it, we already must be psychic best friends. I've got that bra too.