I am now sticky and taste of chocolate.

Keeping oneironaut's life a little confusing:

Whitney reidles. Starting a boil. Because I'm way too awake.
Tesla says, "Okay, are you making something new in KoL, or making tea or somesuch in that 'kitchen' thing of yours? ;)"
Whitney returns. "I dropped my spoon into the pot of boiling chocolate."
Whitney reidles.
Whitney mutters, "S M R T!" as she goes.
Tesla says, "... I'm not sure this is disambiguating."
Whitney gets a new spoon that isn't Very Very Hot, fishes out the old spoon. "I'm sorry, was it meant to?"
Whitney reidles.
Tesla laughs.
Whitney continues with the surrealist update. "Need funnel. Rar!"
Tesla says, "What the hell are you doing to that poor chocolate?"
Tesla says, "... ohhh, the mead."
Whitney gives Tesla a cookie.
Tesla says, "Mmm. Cookie."

I've been meaning to try a chocolate mead for a while. I mentioned this within anu3bis's hearing at games, and he made such pleading earnest hopeful faces that I picked up the honey and started the brew this evening. (Further evidence that the entreaties of a cute geek are nigh impossible for me to resist.)

Or rather, at four this morning, because the sleep schedule is completely horked.

Whaaaaaaaaaugh.

Okay, on the one hand, I'm really sorry I didn't go to this one, because wow, what a game.

On the other hand, I'm really glad I didn't go to this one, because wow, what a game.


I wonder if I can come up with a way of making chicken soup festive.

Poor Johnny One-Note Could Only Sing One Note

Yes, I know you guys don't approve of terrorists. You've mentioned.

If you don't talk about something else, especially when you've been asked about something else, I'm going to vote that both candidates be buried in an anthill until Election Day. Or maybe Inauguration Day.

Or the Fourth of Freaking July.