accomplishment personified
I wasn't going to post today, but the Wayner is in Court and there's no one
awake to email me, so here you go.
Not having had breakfast this morning, I decided I needed something rich in
calories for my morning coffee break. Thus I have discovered Starbucks'
caramel macchiato. Mmmmm . . . So, I sit here with my four dollar coffee and
my two dollar scone, and I rejoice that, finally, 'tis Friday once again. And
it's pay day, no less.
I made cookie dough last night -- my secret recipe. But I'm not sure if
they'll be any good. There's bad karma surrounding that dough. First, I ran
out of one of my secret ingredients, almost ran out of both kinds of sugar,
and then I ran out of eggs. And I couldn't find any measuring devices. So I jetted off to the 24-hour Loeb on Wellington
to get eggs and my ingredient, and came home. THEN DROPPED THE EGGS.
Whereupon I said a word that starts with "F." But I used an electric mixer,
which I nearly broke with the strength of this dough (elbow grease? PAH!), and
the creamy texture is quite rewarding.
I also saw
Cait last night, in the rush of me accomplishing things. She
talked to me/laughed at me while I washed my dogs and tried out my Hallowe'en
costume. She made some constructive comments, and took me out to get red
feathered wings. I'm going to be the most disaffected teenager you have ever
seen. It's HAWT, as
Stefan would say. I'm sure Andy
will approve. I even painted my nails a dark blood red. Now, I'm not
particularly girly, and haven't actually painted my fingernails in over two
years. So this was an exercise in remembering how to do it correctly.
Luckily, I have learned from my past mistakes. The secret, ladies, is to
paint them the night before, and then scrape off the mistakes in the shower
the next morning. TADA.
What else can I tell you? Oh yes: today's
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Content reminds me of how much fun it is to be an academic.
Now, I think I'm gonna go watch Eminem's new video about voting. I'm dubious
as to Tuesday's outcome. John Stewart had a pollster on his show last night
(That's right, boys, I WATCHED TELEVISION last night!), and he said Kerry was
going to win, but if SHRUB, as my social psych prof likes to call him, has 48%
of the vote, I'm not so sure. He won last time through ballot error -- I'm
sure he can swing it again.
That is all -- for now.
8:37 PM
And the waiting begins -- again. I've accomplished all I set out to do. The
cookies are baked. I was right about that karma. I ruined an entire batch,
and the rest of them didn't come out quite as I'd expected. They're good, but
oh so sketchy. So now I'm listening to Nick Drake. I wonder what was going
through his head when he wrote "Hanging on a Star?"
Man, I just saw my reflection in the window -- my hair is so damned long! I
haven't had it down for ages and I guess it grew without me noticing. I need
a haircut -- STAT.
And . . . yeah.
Posted by Ally at October 29, 2004 10:17 AM