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I had a successful party! Food was eaten, beer was drunk (and all the sweet tea I made; it's quite popular. I make simple syrup for sweetener, but when the sugar is all dissolved, I put a few sprigs of rosemary in then take it off the heat. Once it's cool, remove the rosemary. Also makes a nice soda when mixed 1:4 or 1:5 with seltzer.)
There's leftover beer, unsurprisingly, and about a dozen inch-square blondies, 2 slices of the buttermilk spice cake (OMG, I'm making that again, it was easy and delicious), and about 1/4 of the linzertorte (also delicious, but piping the dough was such a pain in the ass I may never attempt it again.)
I think everybody had fun, even my HS friend K who didn't know anyone and doesn't watch Japanese cartoons or play video games. Now, if we could have turned the conversation toward ST:TNG...
About halfway through, though, my throat started hurting. I don't know if it's because of all the dust I kicked up in the cleaning process or if I'm getting sick. Obviously, I'd prefer the former. I feel somewhat better this morning, after a nice hot shower. I feel like I could use some sudafed, but fucked if I want to put my name in some PATRIOT Act database bullshit. *shakes fist*
And thanks to the time change, it's 11:00 already, and I haven't done much. Stupid time change. Though the towels are in the wash and we have a fasting blood sugar on Isis. We got a new meter, an AccuChek Aviva, whose strips use far less blood than the Comfort Curve. This should make Isis-poking much easier, since we can skip the "hold hot washcloth to ear until it's warm so blood flows better" step.
OK, time to change computers and work on the novel.
There's leftover beer, unsurprisingly, and about a dozen inch-square blondies, 2 slices of the buttermilk spice cake (OMG, I'm making that again, it was easy and delicious), and about 1/4 of the linzertorte (also delicious, but piping the dough was such a pain in the ass I may never attempt it again.)
I think everybody had fun, even my HS friend K who didn't know anyone and doesn't watch Japanese cartoons or play video games. Now, if we could have turned the conversation toward ST:TNG...
About halfway through, though, my throat started hurting. I don't know if it's because of all the dust I kicked up in the cleaning process or if I'm getting sick. Obviously, I'd prefer the former. I feel somewhat better this morning, after a nice hot shower. I feel like I could use some sudafed, but fucked if I want to put my name in some PATRIOT Act database bullshit. *shakes fist*
And thanks to the time change, it's 11:00 already, and I haven't done much. Stupid time change. Though the towels are in the wash and we have a fasting blood sugar on Isis. We got a new meter, an AccuChek Aviva, whose strips use far less blood than the Comfort Curve. This should make Isis-poking much easier, since we can skip the "hold hot washcloth to ear until it's warm so blood flows better" step.
OK, time to change computers and work on the novel.
