Rather than dwell on the fact that I just was informed that my job will only last another week or two and not until September or October as previously informed, I will dwell instead on these:
I was hungry. But then I made some Cajun rice and it is good and I added a dash of Angostura bitters which really is an absolutely AMAZING seasoning even if nobody but me uses it in food.
I have a new e-mail friend who rocks the proverbial Casbah.
StyleGirl keeps throwing vodka/cranberries at me. Well, not THROWING, really. More like gently handing.
I just finished a fucking great book (Lamb, by Christopher Moore) which was the Gospel of Biff, Christ's childhood pal. Fucking beautiful, and it helped wash the awful taste of Anne Rice's The Witching Hour from my mind.
StyleGirl did dishes and told me I could not soak the pot I'd just made my rice in, as it would disturb the water-to-soap-against-dirt ratio in the soaking mugs she had going.
I have some Vengaboys to listen to.
Saturday I'm going to see Into The Woods. Watch me breathe in the Sondheim. Go on, watch me.
The Bear has finally started entering things. 'Bout damned time, and he's damned funny.
I get a paycheck tomorrow.
Those are good things to dwell on. Good things. Good things. Good things. Good things. Om.