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Two nights ago I dreamed of making chocolate chip cookies. And I got up sort of gung-ho to make chocolate chip cookies, prepared to do so, and discovered, fortunately before making any state changes that were entropically directional, that there were NO EGGS. Grar.
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teinedreugan to get me up comparatively early this morning so we could go get eggs. And he did, so we did. We had to be back at one, because tendyl was coming by to provide us with furniture (including bookcase space; said bookcase is now full of my religion books, the overflow cookbooks from the kitchen, my brewing books, and a few things on languages). We got back, put groceries away, and moved furniture around when furniture showed and talked about cats for a while. (My father called asking us about plans for our trip down there in the middle of this; we don't have any.)
In other excitements, Lennon decided to pull down the shelving unit in the kitchen onto the floor, which made a really impressive and intimidating noise in the living room. We investigated, and discovered that by some miracle nothing significant was broken (though the insignificant thing gashed open my finger), and restored cookbooks, bottles, spices, and the like to the rack. (I found the olive oil some hours later in my office.)
I wanted to callbrooksmoses to wish him a happy birthday, but he got up before I was expecting him to so I didn't get the phone in before he got online, and it took some muddling about to get the call in edgewise. But I did it. Hah.
Watched bits of Sister Act withteinedreugan, found it strangely weird for reasons I'm not at the moment able to verbalise, but I do want a copy of it now.
And I have made chocolate chip cookies. And hot and sour soup (which also requires eggs) with extra mushrooms. I am dubious about silky tofu, but not as dubious as I am about low-fat tofu. And the grocery had NO SCALLIONS. Ahem.
So anyway, I asked
teinedreugan to get me up comparatively early this morning so we could go get eggs. And he did, so we did. We had to be back at one, because tendyl was coming by to provide us with furniture (including bookcase space; said bookcase is now full of my religion books, the overflow cookbooks from the kitchen, my brewing books, and a few things on languages). We got back, put groceries away, and moved furniture around when furniture showed and talked about cats for a while. (My father called asking us about plans for our trip down there in the middle of this; we don't have any.)In other excitements, Lennon decided to pull down the shelving unit in the kitchen onto the floor, which made a really impressive and intimidating noise in the living room. We investigated, and discovered that by some miracle nothing significant was broken (though the insignificant thing gashed open my finger), and restored cookbooks, bottles, spices, and the like to the rack. (I found the olive oil some hours later in my office.)
I wanted to call
brooksmoses to wish him a happy birthday, but he got up before I was expecting him to so I didn't get the phone in before he got online, and it took some muddling about to get the call in edgewise. But I did it. Hah.Watched bits of Sister Act with
teinedreugan, found it strangely weird for reasons I'm not at the moment able to verbalise, but I do want a copy of it now.And I have made chocolate chip cookies. And hot and sour soup (which also requires eggs) with extra mushrooms. I am dubious about silky tofu, but not as dubious as I am about low-fat tofu. And the grocery had NO SCALLIONS. Ahem.
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