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verbicideAfter my workout yesterday, I just wanted to come home and plant myself in front of the tv for days. I called Judy to cancel on sushi/Million Dollar Baby, but when I called her, she was sparkly and charming and lured me out against my will. Damn her and her magnetic personality. Since I'd planned on canceling, I'd eaten a late lunch and wasn't particularly hungry. But I did try a roll with eel. I just pretended to not know there was eel in it. We went for coffee/dessert at a place that makes the best winter mocha ever. I don't remember the name of it--but the coffee was spectacular. Judy and I split a cupcake thingie that was okay, if a bit dry.
We talked about tonight's Oscars and our top five movies of the year (mine: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Incredibles, Spiderman 2, Garden State, and Shrek 2) and in general what a weak year for movies it's been. Finally it was time to leave for the theatre and we made our way to Wallingford. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Million Dollar Baby. I felt I should, since it was a contender for so many awards, but I just didn't want to see it. I hate boxing, and athlete-overcomes-odds movies just don't float my boat. But it was very good.
Spoilers/review to come when I'm planted in front of the tv later.
So I got home late, stayed up reading Frolic and Detour archives and eventually crashed. Slept gloriously in this morning, despite Mr. Hobbes valiant efforts to stir me into a wet-food-serving frenzy. Can I just say he has foul breath? He's breathing in my face as I type. Because it's been 4 hours since he's had breakfast and it's 4 hours until he'll have dinner. Silly animal.
Anyhow. I woke up and was cranky about having to go to the grocery store. I really needed to because otherwise it sets the whole week off because I don't have good, healthy food at home and if I don't know what I'm having for dinner, it's very easy to order-in. And that way lies madness. And cheese, lots and lots of cheese. So, when I got Jeff's email about his rotten start to work (he's working on weekends to offset the time off he's taking to lounge in Mexico), I offered to drive over and take him out to lunch. Lunch with Jeff, unlike grocery shopping, is wildly exciting and would be far more motivating than buying tomatoes. So I watched the rest of Twins (hee, Ahnuld) and the start of Romancing the Stone (ahh, bad Sunday movies, yay) and then left for the office. Jeff's day had turned better and he was making progress, so I whisked him off to buy me lunch. We mostly talked about our weekends and movies and other random things. It was very yay. Also, we split a salad and pizza, so there was much joy.
I dropped Jeff back at work and went to Fred Meyer where I bought ingredients for a healthy version of chicken/spinach enchiladas, diet Snapple, a pot for my African violet, some peat moss, an Azalea, and a cartridge for my printer which has been printing everything out in mimeograph purple.
But they didn't have decent produce or flank steak (I'm making a chipotle lime salsa flank steak from 3fatchicks.com) or bread cubes. So off to Safeway, where I bought the remaining things on my list and some flowers for myself. Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darnit fuck what people think, I like me.
Finally home, I lugged 47 million bags of groceries and things upstairs and now I need to:
put away the groceries
plant things
put flowers in water
do laundry
pet the kitty
and get ready to watch the Oscars with Stace on the phone where we can bitchily comment on wtf people are wearing
Also, I desperately need a shower. And as soon as I'm done gardening, I shall take one.
We talked about tonight's Oscars and our top five movies of the year (mine: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Incredibles, Spiderman 2, Garden State, and Shrek 2) and in general what a weak year for movies it's been. Finally it was time to leave for the theatre and we made our way to Wallingford. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Million Dollar Baby. I felt I should, since it was a contender for so many awards, but I just didn't want to see it. I hate boxing, and athlete-overcomes-odds movies just don't float my boat. But it was very good.
Spoilers/review to come when I'm planted in front of the tv later.
So I got home late, stayed up reading Frolic and Detour archives and eventually crashed. Slept gloriously in this morning, despite Mr. Hobbes valiant efforts to stir me into a wet-food-serving frenzy. Can I just say he has foul breath? He's breathing in my face as I type. Because it's been 4 hours since he's had breakfast and it's 4 hours until he'll have dinner. Silly animal.
Anyhow. I woke up and was cranky about having to go to the grocery store. I really needed to because otherwise it sets the whole week off because I don't have good, healthy food at home and if I don't know what I'm having for dinner, it's very easy to order-in. And that way lies madness. And cheese, lots and lots of cheese. So, when I got Jeff's email about his rotten start to work (he's working on weekends to offset the time off he's taking to lounge in Mexico), I offered to drive over and take him out to lunch. Lunch with Jeff, unlike grocery shopping, is wildly exciting and would be far more motivating than buying tomatoes. So I watched the rest of Twins (hee, Ahnuld) and the start of Romancing the Stone (ahh, bad Sunday movies, yay) and then left for the office. Jeff's day had turned better and he was making progress, so I whisked him off to buy me lunch. We mostly talked about our weekends and movies and other random things. It was very yay. Also, we split a salad and pizza, so there was much joy.
I dropped Jeff back at work and went to Fred Meyer where I bought ingredients for a healthy version of chicken/spinach enchiladas, diet Snapple, a pot for my African violet, some peat moss, an Azalea, and a cartridge for my printer which has been printing everything out in mimeograph purple.
But they didn't have decent produce or flank steak (I'm making a chipotle lime salsa flank steak from 3fatchicks.com) or bread cubes. So off to Safeway, where I bought the remaining things on my list and some flowers for myself. Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darnit fuck what people think, I like me.
Finally home, I lugged 47 million bags of groceries and things upstairs and now I need to:
plant things
put flowers in water
do laundry
and get ready to watch the Oscars with Stace on the phone where we can bitchily comment on wtf people are wearing
Also, I desperately need a shower. And as soon as I'm done gardening, I shall take one.
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Date: 2005-02-28 05:10 pm (UTC)"Winter mocha"? Is this simply a mocha consumed in the winter season, or is it some special recipe?
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Date: 2005-02-28 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-28 05:45 pm (UTC)