joshxxx

Well, I am feeling much much much much better. Seems all I needed was a little rest and a lot of cough syrup (and theraflu, medicated cough drops, vitamin c tablets). Oh well, I guess only Hugh Heffner can lounge around in his jammies all day eating popsicles all day (and by popsicles, I mean Ms. September).

My Thanksgiving was uneventful. I tried to sleep, but got the phone call saying I was missed and how much it wasn't like thanksgiving without me at my brother's place. Then as soon as I agreed to show up, the list of things they forgot to get was given to me and I had to do the last minute shopping. So I made it out, ate a plate of food, then made it back home to sleep for a day and a half. During which time I basically took a large swig of NyQuil, slept, got up and puttered for a bit, took another swig, slept, woke up, bought a computer, played City of Villains for a few hours, took another swig, then slept until it was time to go to my Dad's house for his Thanksgiving. It was ok too, but when I went to the bathroom, I overheard his girlfriend bitching about me showing up because I was sick. Whatev.

Then, Sunday morning I had to work. It was stupid. All they had me do was walking around a making sure everyone worked safely. Yes, I know there is a need for that kind of work, but I was coughing up a lung and really felt more like going back to sleep.

Sunday night, I found out that I am a culinary genius.



Well, along with the help of the Jello Food Corporation...

See, I am an idiot. I was talking to a new hire at work the week before and I asked if she had any plans for the long weekend, and she just said that she has to cook, so I, being the complete jackass I am, told her that I also had to do some baking. She asked what, and the first thing that came to my head was... "Cheesecake". No, not just cheesecake, chocolate cherry cheesecake. Well, forgetting that I actually don't know how to cook, I let her adorable little eyes talk me into bringing her and her friend in some of the leftovers. So, I had 4 days to learn how to cook a cheesecake. I spent 3.8 of them sleeping or chillaxin. So, with my trusty T-Mobile Sidekick 3, I headed out to the grocery store in hopes of finding what I needed to make a cheesecake. It would have taken more time than I wanted to put into making something for someone I'm not actually sleeping with to make an actual cheesecake, so I took a few liberties. Basically, they do make the Jello No-bake cheesecake with cherries, but they were out, so I took the cheesecake portion of a regular one, got a chocolate pie crust, a can of cherry pie filling, and a bottle of the quick hardening chocolate syrup for dipping ice cream cones. I made criss crosses in the bottom of the pie crust with the syrup, froze the crust to make the syrup hard, filled it with the cheesecake filling, chilled that, then put the pie filling on top, and more criss crosses in chocolate on top of that. Seriously, it was actually good. Everyone loved it at work, including the girl that I'm still not sleeping with.

So, let's review. I can cook, clean, am moderately fun to be around, consider my self to be on the funny side, I'm strong as an ox, I'm quite smart, I have my own car, a great job with health benefits that pays well, and I don't normally smell bad... now if we could just fix the hideousness that the previous stuff is attached to, I might some day get a girlfriend who would take care of me when I'm sick, instead of me having to drink a gallon of NyQuil and wait it out in a coma.


Finally, to get me in the holiday mood, hot Japanese chicks playing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer...



... technically, I should hate Christmas music, but damnit, I just can't help myself.