Tips for removing old bloodstains? Anyone? I hear bleach works well?
Relax. I tend to hack the shit out of my legs while shaving, and I also tend to shave in the shower, which I tend to take at night right before bed, where I tend to sleep in the buff, leaving rather unsightly bloodstains on my sheets and blankets. I'm kind of meh, whatever about it, but the other person who shares the bed with me seems to find them kind of gross. I must admit, on the cream colored sheets and comforter I just busted out (to celebrate Spring!), they do kinda stand out.
I'm cooking up one hell of a dinner tonight. Griots, orange rice, fried plantains, some avocado... hopefully it'll be delicious. Harold is gonna come eat it with me, which is awesome, because the prospect of eating it all by myself wasn't really that appealing.
Dating someone who works nights is kind of lame, I gotta say.
I read an amazing novel yesterday, How Many Miles to Babylon? by Jennifer Jonhston. Phenomenal. Starring two young Irishmen fighting in WW1. Highly recommended.
I've been listening to a lot of klezmer today. Klezmer is awesome. And surprisingly, works well with a hangover - it's simultaneously rousing and soothing.
I have all these things I need to take care of - writing an article for Caterwaul Quarterly, renewing my passport, applying for money, applying for jobs, some translation work, coming up with paper topics for my students, and it all seems horrifically overwhelming. Really, can't I just work on my dissertation? Even just buying groceries or walking to the mailbox seem like the epic tasks for some reason. Baby steps. Baby steps.
A blogger I really like points out that any name that is fitting for a cocktail, bar, or racehorse, is likely fitting for the other two as well. She suggests Cockpuncher. I kind of like Dodo, for some reason. Your ideas?
Relax. I tend to hack the shit out of my legs while shaving, and I also tend to shave in the shower, which I tend to take at night right before bed, where I tend to sleep in the buff, leaving rather unsightly bloodstains on my sheets and blankets. I'm kind of meh, whatever about it, but the other person who shares the bed with me seems to find them kind of gross. I must admit, on the cream colored sheets and comforter I just busted out (to celebrate Spring!), they do kinda stand out.
I'm cooking up one hell of a dinner tonight. Griots, orange rice, fried plantains, some avocado... hopefully it'll be delicious. Harold is gonna come eat it with me, which is awesome, because the prospect of eating it all by myself wasn't really that appealing.
Dating someone who works nights is kind of lame, I gotta say.
I read an amazing novel yesterday, How Many Miles to Babylon? by Jennifer Jonhston. Phenomenal. Starring two young Irishmen fighting in WW1. Highly recommended.
I've been listening to a lot of klezmer today. Klezmer is awesome. And surprisingly, works well with a hangover - it's simultaneously rousing and soothing.
I have all these things I need to take care of - writing an article for Caterwaul Quarterly, renewing my passport, applying for money, applying for jobs, some translation work, coming up with paper topics for my students, and it all seems horrifically overwhelming. Really, can't I just work on my dissertation? Even just buying groceries or walking to the mailbox seem like the epic tasks for some reason. Baby steps. Baby steps.
A blogger I really like points out that any name that is fitting for a cocktail, bar, or racehorse, is likely fitting for the other two as well. She suggests Cockpuncher. I kind of like Dodo, for some reason. Your ideas?
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Anyway, blood has protein in it, and heat does things to protein; think eggs cooking
How was the dinner?!