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dragonlady7Day 1 of my Not Going To Melrose:
Have visited my house, and it was very cold there, so I brought all the laundry and my laundry detergent back here to do the laundry today. Here, where it is 72 degrees instead of 50. (Don't look at me like that. The fish have a heater in their tank. They are not suffering.)
Spent morning lying on bed in sunshine, adding to the Cookbook O Doom I am writing for my sister and some other people for Christmas. This is The Ultimate List of all my Seekrit Recipes, so, it is pretty special. I've got a bunch of Z's Seekrit Recipes in there too. It's making me hungry.
I am wondering if I could count the 5500 words of it towards my NaNo goal, because otherwise I will not break 40k this, like, month. Bah.
I am in mid-laundry, and thus have no clean and dry shirts to wear, and so cannot go to grocery store. Also bah.
Dog is snoring, as well.
But. Z has purchased us some tickets to go to the Sabres game tonight, which will be exciting. I have never witnessed a game of hockey, professional or otherwise, in real life. I've watched a bit on TV, so I know how the game works, for the most part (not like it's hard), but I am very very very excited to go actually see a real game in real life for myself. One of the things I was excited about when I moved to Buffalo was that I'd get to see hockey, and then the fuckers went on strike, and I want to know why my union (Hotel Workers' Local 4) is barred from strikes when professional athletes' unions aren't??!! How is my job more essential than that of Mario Lemieux?? Fuckaz. All of 'em.
So now I finally get to see hockey, and I am excited. :D Not that I even know who's playing. Well, besides the Sabres. I asked Z. He had to look it up. Apparently, the NY Rangers.
Oh, being as we're at Z's mom's house, she gets the local daily newspaper, so I sometimes read the news now. And there was an amusingly indignant column in there the other day-- our two Congressmen are Hilary Clinton and Charles Schumer. Chuck's an all right sort, I guess, but he pissed Buffalo off the other day by mentioning the fact that because the NY Jets have their arena in New Jersey, New York State doesn't actually have a home team of professional football that lives at home. And I have to admit, that was pretty retarded of him. I mean, hello. Hi. Over here. Yes. It's a place called Buffalo. And it's in New York State. And it has a football team. (He didn't say, "good professional football", did he? Oh the Bills, oh how they break our hearts, but they are a football team.)
I am somewhat new to being a Western New Yorker, but I am not at all new to the sensation of being utterly ignored. I remember people being all, "Oh, but Pataki's from Upstate!" And I never really asked, but you know what, he's from Poughkeepsie. That doesn't even fucking count. Poughkeepsie's like sneezing distance from Manhattan, and the fact that it takes you four hours to get there doesn't mean anything because it takes four hours to cross a single bridge down there. Urgh. Seriously it's like twenty miles. Around here we call those "suburbs".
When I was in Europe I spent most of my time explaining to people that New York was actually a state, not just a city, and it was quite a large state, and in fact had numerous cities within it, and so, no, I did not know their cousin Vinnie who'd moved to Brooklyn, as I didn't think I'd ever actually been to Brooklyn, because it was very far from where I lived, in fact farther than their tiny little European minds could conceive of, America being so gigantic and bloated a place.
All right, now i have both dry socks and a dry shirt, so I am going grocery shopping. Oh the excitement!
Have visited my house, and it was very cold there, so I brought all the laundry and my laundry detergent back here to do the laundry today. Here, where it is 72 degrees instead of 50. (Don't look at me like that. The fish have a heater in their tank. They are not suffering.)
Spent morning lying on bed in sunshine, adding to the Cookbook O Doom I am writing for my sister and some other people for Christmas. This is The Ultimate List of all my Seekrit Recipes, so, it is pretty special. I've got a bunch of Z's Seekrit Recipes in there too. It's making me hungry.
I am wondering if I could count the 5500 words of it towards my NaNo goal, because otherwise I will not break 40k this, like, month. Bah.
I am in mid-laundry, and thus have no clean and dry shirts to wear, and so cannot go to grocery store. Also bah.
Dog is snoring, as well.
But. Z has purchased us some tickets to go to the Sabres game tonight, which will be exciting. I have never witnessed a game of hockey, professional or otherwise, in real life. I've watched a bit on TV, so I know how the game works, for the most part (not like it's hard), but I am very very very excited to go actually see a real game in real life for myself. One of the things I was excited about when I moved to Buffalo was that I'd get to see hockey, and then the fuckers went on strike, and I want to know why my union (Hotel Workers' Local 4) is barred from strikes when professional athletes' unions aren't??!! How is my job more essential than that of Mario Lemieux?? Fuckaz. All of 'em.
So now I finally get to see hockey, and I am excited. :D Not that I even know who's playing. Well, besides the Sabres. I asked Z. He had to look it up. Apparently, the NY Rangers.
Oh, being as we're at Z's mom's house, she gets the local daily newspaper, so I sometimes read the news now. And there was an amusingly indignant column in there the other day-- our two Congressmen are Hilary Clinton and Charles Schumer. Chuck's an all right sort, I guess, but he pissed Buffalo off the other day by mentioning the fact that because the NY Jets have their arena in New Jersey, New York State doesn't actually have a home team of professional football that lives at home. And I have to admit, that was pretty retarded of him. I mean, hello. Hi. Over here. Yes. It's a place called Buffalo. And it's in New York State. And it has a football team. (He didn't say, "good professional football", did he? Oh the Bills, oh how they break our hearts, but they are a football team.)
I am somewhat new to being a Western New Yorker, but I am not at all new to the sensation of being utterly ignored. I remember people being all, "Oh, but Pataki's from Upstate!" And I never really asked, but you know what, he's from Poughkeepsie. That doesn't even fucking count. Poughkeepsie's like sneezing distance from Manhattan, and the fact that it takes you four hours to get there doesn't mean anything because it takes four hours to cross a single bridge down there. Urgh. Seriously it's like twenty miles. Around here we call those "suburbs".
When I was in Europe I spent most of my time explaining to people that New York was actually a state, not just a city, and it was quite a large state, and in fact had numerous cities within it, and so, no, I did not know their cousin Vinnie who'd moved to Brooklyn, as I didn't think I'd ever actually been to Brooklyn, because it was very far from where I lived, in fact farther than their tiny little European minds could conceive of, America being so gigantic and bloated a place.
All right, now i have both dry socks and a dry shirt, so I am going grocery shopping. Oh the excitement!
