Adventures of a Tofu Slut

I have a little wrinkled spot on my skirt - about a square inch - that is three perfect parallel lines from the clothespeg (things I have learned: when using the drying rack outside, use the clothespegs. It gets very windy out there!). I am obsessed with it. I can't stop touching it. It just feels so neat compared to the plain cotton smoothness of the rest of the skirt.

And there you have a snapshot of my brain at 10am on Thursday.

I'm so sleepy, I want to go to bed right now. Yes, at 8:20. The problem is, I have things I have to do before I go to bed, but I'm too tired to do them right now, so I'm sitting here trying to wake up enough that I can do the dishes and clean the cat box, just so I can crawl into bed.

Why am I so tired all the time? Why??

Friends, you just haven't lived until you've heard "Close To You" on two Celtic harps.

Sigh.

So, after spending a lot of time wandering around Etsy, I really have to wonder what goes through some people's minds. Honestly, how many aprons can the world really need? Not even remotely as many as you can buy on Etsy! Am I wrong?

Bonus! My new favourite song title is "My Heart is a Piece of Garbage. Fight, Seagulls! Fight!"

True confessions time: I don't think I've ever actually knowingly heard an Oasis song until just this very moment. Also, I think I had them confused (or not confused so much as kind of assumed they were the same thing) with Coldplay (who I also haven't ever knowingly heard). Coldplay's the one that is constantly referencing The Beatles, right?

This is what happens when you work around music -- you spend so much time listening to the Icelandic music for bass clarinet that the stuff everyone else knows slides right by.

Last night when I opened Firefox on my laptop I got a page of sports scores, instead of all the tabs I had open before -- tabs with things I needed to read, potential Christmas gifts, reminders to myself. I had to double check that it was even my computer (sports scores!). :D I was very sad that all my tabs had been deleted, though. I can't remember exactly where/what most of them were, unfortunately.

Today my French class was a little less boring (because we were finally learning something new) but infinitely more frustrating. Look, I'm very fast at grammar exercises, and part of that is because I'm excellent at copying the pattern of the example. Whether this is teaching me what I actually need to learn, who knows, but it does mean that I'm going to argue with the teacher if he comes up with random sentences for answers that don't follow the sentence pattern as set out in the book (and that don't even include the thing we're trying to learn, argh). Plus he kept saying the wrong version of lequel/laquelle/lesquels/lesquelles, which was just confusing the people in the class who were having a hard time. This class is just really not working for me.

I am coasting through this day on French class annoyance. Whee.

I had lunch outside today (it's perfect late summer weather) and, of course, got a sunburn. My arms are putting off enough heat to toast bread.

Good morning! I am craving pizza LIKE MAD.

Yes, I realize that it's only 8:45 in the morning (...or at least was only 8:45 in the morning when I wrote this), and no, I'm not craving leftover cold pizza for breakfast. I want hot fresh pizza with mushrooms and olives and lots of cheese. And maybe a glass of wine.

In my defense I've been up for 3 hours already, so it's not quite as ridiculous as it could be, but still. If this keeps up I may have to do something about it tonight.

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So, here it is, the end of summer, and it's 14 degrees outside. Wait, what? Not that I'm complaining, because I love autumn, but now that I finally have a balcony I would have liked a few more evenings of being thankful that I had it and could cool down. :D I really, honestly, believed that I was going to spend vast numbers of summer evenings on the balcony reading...in French. Yes, that's right, I thought I was going to practice my French all summer. Ha! I mean, I did spend many evenings on the balcony reading, but mostly I was re-reading all my romance novels. Not quite the same thing.

ps. now it's 11:30 and I'm still craving pizza.

Hi!

Yes, I am still alive, but work is just kicking my ass. I perhaps somewhat overestimated how much of my regular work I could keep doing on top of this project, so I spent the whole week working at double speed trying to get something, anything, done. Yeah. Not going to happen. I've downgraded my expectations, so hopefully next week will be only just slightly more frantic than normal.

Other than that, what have I been doing? Let's see - I bought some classy summer work clothes last weekend (although then it got cold again, so I haven't been able to been able to wear most of them). I still haven't taken my wine bottles back. Last Sunday I randomly woke up super early (for me on a weekend), and got huge amounts of cleaning done. I've been eating out a lot, because I'm SO TIRED after work. Oh, and last night I pushed through the Friday night "all I really want is a nap" tiredness, and went out for a late dinner and bellydance show with some friends. It was great (even if I still did want a nap, especially when the second set didn't start until midnight) - the dancer was an ex-teacher of mine, one of my favourite dancers on the local scene, and she was awesome. She also (because it's a show in a restaurant, so they always do this) pulled me up on the floor to dance with her at one point. The perils of knowing the dancer!

Also other things that I've clearly forgotten.

And now, this morning, I am being incredibly lazy, despite my best intentions. I blame it on the fact that I couldn't find enough loonies to do laundry. Totally set the tone for the whole day, you know. Whatever - it's a long weekend! Hooray!

So, what are you all up to this weekend?

So I'm sitting here at work with a 1500ml bottle of wine on my desk - opened (and re-corked), but with only a little gone. You may ask why, but the real question is, how on earth am I going to get it home without spilling or breaking it?

Honestly, though, I can't believe no-one has commented on it. I have a bottle of wine in the middle of my desk! I assumed at least one "Hard day?" would be coming my way.

Doesn't it feel like Easter was way too early this year? The grocery store today was full of daffodils and tulips, and I got all excited about the prospect of easter and a long weekend, which...well, that already happened. Oops! But it's only just now starting to look like spring*, which is really what Easter marks for me. Oh well!

So what's going on with you all these days? I'm feeling a little scattered and spacey, especially at work, although I'm hoping that'll resolve itself now that I've mostly worked my way through the vacation catch-up. Also I finally did my laundry so now I have clean socks and underwear again, which will help. I've been thinking a lot lately, trying to decide what I want to do for the next few months - how to entertain myself, that sort of thing. I just don't know.

Ooh, apropos of nothing, I made very tasty burritos for dinner tonight. Yum. I think I'm slowly getting back into the habit of cooking for myself, although I haven't broken out the cookbooks again yet. I'm just working my way through things that I can make from my head (which is a pretty small list - I'm going to run out soon!).

Um, sorry for the disjointed entry. Like I said, scattered. Perhaps I need some brain glue.

*Although if winter comes back, I deeply apologize -- I took my heavy winter coat in to be cleaned today. I could be tempting the fates.

Let's just say you were supposed to buy tickets for something, and you forgot. When you finally remembered (at a time that wasn't during a meeting or while on the subway), would you,

a) rush to the computer and buy the tickets right away, being thankful that you finally remembered, or

b) panic over the fact that the tickets might now all be sold out, and therefore avoid doing anything about it for the next three days, while fretting the whole time?

OH BRAIN.

This is clearly the same part of my cortex that prevents me from opening right away any new technology I buy, because I might not be able to figure out how to use it, and rather than discovering that immediately, I prefer to worry about the possibility for a week.