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rosefox: An irritated Vulcan slaps a thick-headed D&D-style elf. (dopeslap)
Sunday: I SLEPT. It was glorious. I spent time with X and Kit while J was gaming, and Pablo came over and we all hung out for a while, and then J and I put Kit in the stroller and walked Pablo home (it's so cool that we can do that). We kind of wanted to cook, but the good market had closed by the time I got there—I wish they didn't close so early on Sundays—so we ended up ordering in Chinese food. Kit had a nightmare or something and woke up crying at 1 a.m. but X got them back to sleep quickly enough. I got totally caught up in researching interactions between Europeans and First Nations in early-19th-century Canada but eventually made myself buckle down and get work done. These 10 a.m. Monday deadlines that my new boss is so keen on are hard to get used to. But I got to bed before 6, so that's something.

Monday: I SLEPT AGAIN. Two days in a row of good sleep meant I woke up super perky. I was awake at 1:30, up by 2, and showered and dressed and fed by 2:45. I did some work and made some calls and was generally useful. Kit went right down for their post-daycare nap with minimal fuss, and I Skyped with Miriam for a bit, with the baby joining us after they woke up. They were teething hard, so I had to cut the call short and go ply them with books and Tylenol and milk and food and cuddles and crayons. Poor thing. We ordered in again because Mondays are no-cooking days. J took out the trash and recycling because my arms were pre-ouched and I didn't want to push them into being fully ouched, and then X and J went to bed and I found myself with no obligations other than needing to do some laundry, which mostly does itself. So I put my arm braces on and sat down with my protagonist journey outlines for Valour Advances and reconciled them and made a timeline... and realized I forgot to put the romance in my romance novel. *sob*

Writing blather )

And now the second load of laundry is done and I get to go to bed at only 3:30 a.m.! So early! Maybe I'll sleep well for the third night in a row! I sure hope so, because tomorrow's workload is looking pretty intense and it'd be nice to have both time and brains for it.
7 December 2015 13:37 - "Dreamtime"
rosefox: A dark elf saying "WTF, man? Seriously W.T.F.??". (WTF)
I dreamed that J and I went to a gay bathhouse and hung out in a hot tub with a bunch of writers we know. Some actors who had recently played Doctor Who showed up, including Matt Smith and David Tennant. It didn't go the way you might expect )

Yes, I'm bummed that it didn't turn into a sex dream involving David Tennant. (Couldn't care less about Matt Smith, personally.)
26 February 2012 23:15 - "I learned it with my learnings!"
rosefox: A man looks dismayed, having just realized he did something foolish and a bit strange. (dismayed)
Tonight's dinner recipe:

1) Plan to make broiled chicken thighs, mashed potatoes, and spinach. Go shopping just before store closes. Get home. Realize you have bought chicken wings instead of thighs. Panic.

2) Look up a "Japanese" chicken wings recipe online. Think this looks pretty easy. Drink grappa. Slowly stop panicking.

3) Mix up a very basic sauce: 3 tbsp soy sauce, 3 tbsp water, 1 cup sugar, 1/2 cup vinegar. Discover that the bowl you used was too small. Pour the sauce into a bigger bowl. Discover that most of the sugar remained in the smaller bowl. Scrape it out a lot.

4) Dredge chicken wings in egg and then in flour. Lay them out on a foil-covered baking sheet. Stick them under the under-oven broiler.

5) Realize you forgot something and immediately pull the sheet out from under the broiler. Spray the wings with cooking oil. Put them back under the broiler.

6) After broiling 3 minutes, discover that the sheet is wider than the heat source. Swap the center and edge wings and broil another 2 minutes. Flip wings over. Put them back under the broiler.

7) After broiling 3 minutes, attempt to pull sheet out from under broiler. Discover that the pointy bits of the wings have gotten stuck in the broiler. Laugh hysterically because it's that or panic again. Use a wooden spoon to extricate the wings. Count them to make sure you got them all because the last thing you want is to find one of them under the stove two weeks from now.

8) Put the wings in the oven at 350F. Baste with sauce. Set timer for 30 minutes. Whenever you smell the sauce turning into carbon, baste the wings again. Meanwhile, make mashed potatoes and sauté spinach.

9) Timer goes off just as your partner decides she wants to get beer. Turn the oven off and let the wings sit in there to stay hot while she goes out to the store. Spoon the carbonized sauce over the wings so they look like you actually managed to brown them. Attempt to find a place on a chicken wing to stick a thermometer to see whether they're done; give up and assume they'll be fine.

10) Partner comes back and reports that the supermarket is closed because it's after 10 p.m. Realize you knew that. Realize it's a bit late to be having dinner. Decide not to care.

11) Have delicious chicken wings, mashed potatoes, and spinach for dinner.
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