I'm Sorry
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Powered by Chocolate
WoD #1 in 29:05, two minutes faster than my first attempt. Still a ways to 25:00, which might be unrealistic. To go faster tomorrow I'll have chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips and chocolate syrup. I'm not sure how that follows, but I'm certain it does.
Private Courtyard with Stepping Stones
Thanks to the economy, renting a house or condo can beat an apartment on price. While browsing listings I found one boasting a private courtyard with stepping stones. Feast your eyes. They're my favorite.
Desperate Times
My apartment offered to renew at the current rate with the last month free. If I wanted to stay, that would make me happy. I don't, so it just stinks of desperation. A reminder of the midtown place that raised my overpriced rent and was shocked when I declined.
The Oven was Right
For months the microwave had the hour right and the oven was wrong. Then daylight saving flipped it, and now my brain has to relearn which anthropomorphized appliance to trust. My watch, meanwhile, stands in steadfast opposition to the whole affair.
Don't Forget
Leah, do not forget to re-dye your hair today. I know you said you weren't going to, but Past Leah would be disappointed in Present Leah for that defeatist attitude. And here is Leeloo, demonstrating one possible color.
Netscape Navigator
One year ago today, the nearly fourteen year old Netscape Navigator was finally killed off. It was a Giant in its day, before the Great Stagnation of the Internet Explorer era set the Web back by years. Rest in peace.
Life sucks...
And then you die. I am going to sleep now. I hope tomorrow is better. It needs to be.
Challah-Challah-Bo-Ballah
Vacations leave me with no desire to get back to work, so today I fed that desire by making challah bread. Flour, an eternity of kneading, braiding by magic, and one mysterious extra egg. This has been Chef Master Curtis.
Scrooge
Scrooge is a title I don't much object to. What bothers me is saying "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year's" when I cannot do so genuinely. I am no less joyful the rest of the year. Yeah, just call me Scrooge.