I finally watched the BBC version of Jane Austen’s Sense And Sensibility. Look. Here are Elinor and Edward practicing physical distancing. Very responsible.
This week was the week with a headache, so I retreated to my cozy bed most evenings immediately following work. To watch the aforementioned S&S so not too bad. Oooh it was also the week where I got veggies and fruit delivered to my apartment in a box, so that was both entertaining and fulfilling. This made it so I didn’t have to go to the grocery store, so bonus.
Also, here is some ballyhoo from my facebook this evening.
I spent this weekend with Amber and Mia, and also with Susan. We went to the aquarium in Sidney and I wasn’t afraid. There’s no picture of me there, however, so I guess there’s nothing to proove I was there.
We went for fish and chips of course, at Fish on Fifth and I had gravy on my fries and all was well. Mia had a maccachee that just blew all our minds, as it was deepfried into triangular pockets. Crazy.
On our return home from we all had super-naps.
Super late fancy dinner followed. (It didn’t finish until off unitl after 10! which is way past all of our bedtimes.) We dressed up, of course and went to Milestones which is our favorite. The taller of us had fancy mojitos. The short one had a fancy ice cream dessert. We were all happy.
Time with friends went way too quickly.
Strangers on the street keep smiling at me like they know me. But they don’t know me! Mind your own g.d. business, strangers!
I just saw Kurt Cobain out on Cook St. He didn’t look too good, but on the bright side, he didn’t smile at me like he knew me.
Result: Kurt Cobain 1, remainder of Victoria’s population ZERO.
I shall have maca-chee for dinner to cure my jellybean sickness, as I ate cookies all day at work.
Lindsie’s Rules for Walking Down the Street.
1) Smile at passers by.
2) Do not talk to self.
I’m having trouble with the latter today. But I can’t help it if I have things to say and no one in particular to say them to.
I was up late last night watching Notting Hill. It wasn’t that the movie was keeping me up, I just couldn’t sleep. Oddly, this was the day my appetite came back, as well. Maybe I have given up sleep for food, as I have been sleeping well otherwise. I have now purchased some healthy food, including lettuce and pinto beans.
I’ve seen Notting Hill many times. I didn’t mind, for example, that I fell asleep before the ending because I know how it goes. There are some good lovey-dovey mushy lines in there. I also giggle to myself, thinking how this is Dad’s favorite movie. It is actually the opposite of this, but this is how things go. He calls it that movie with Dirtbag and Horseface. He then throws up his hands in despair and leaves the room. This is when it’s on at home, where Mum has a copy on VHS. I think she just likes it and Dad’s reaction is a bonus.
My day so far has included a little bit of tidying and cleaning the bathroom. I scrubbed the tub with a brush (a decent cleaning brush, not a toothbrush) and my gave my wussy arms a workout. I don’t think the whole thing needed a scrub, but I was concerned about invisible scum! Which might have built up since I moved in since I haven’t scrubbed it with a brush since I’ve been here.
Now I’m going to eat macachee and watch the Etruehollywoodstory of Michael Jackson. Didn’t I say I was going to stop this? What’s wrong with me? I do have some “TV Work” to do: finishing off the bag I started sewing a month or so ago, and also some ironing. First I shall consume macachee!
I’ve been watching The West Wing constantly lately and I have come up with the following conclusions: I didn’t watch most of season 5, and after season 3 I didn’t download them all like I did with the prior seasons to marathon-watch. I think I’ve watched season 6 before, because lots of it seems familier, but it just must have been on TV. I’m keeping all seasons now, because I clearly remember deleting episodes at one point, thinking, “I won’t watch these again, and if I want to I’ll just download them.” But I don’t have this attitude now, having watched the first two seasons with ease, having them saved to disks. Also, I’ve realized that DVD disks save a crapload more stuff that CDs do. (I know this won’t be revolutionary thinking to anyone else, but I don’t think about these things very much.)
Life has been work and West Wing lately. Also warm blankets. Also: macaroni and cheese tastes good paired with white wine.
I’m sick. It’s not a normal sick where I have to lie in bed and complain for a few days. It’s an annoying sick where I can’t tell I feel bad until i get up and do something, like try to go to work, which I have done for the past couple of days only to have to come home again because I can’t breath.
It started as a sore throat but didn’t progress into a cold or anything, just sank down into my chest so I have my normal can’t breath dealie. What I did yesterday was go to work until noon but really couldn’t walk between my desk and the front office (about 20 steps) without huffing. That I and I was almost lynched for bringing a virus-infected body into the office. No more of that! I’m staying home and eating oatmeal and soup. (Not mixed together, of course.) For the past three days it’s been oatmeal and maca-broccoli because I had an abundance of broccoli. Broccoli is gone now. I might have “maca-pea” today but the very name makes me nervous, but I have many fresh peas and need something to do with them.
I got a new shirt but it is for someone with cleavage and so I had to sew it together a little bit. It’s a nice shirt. It’s blue!
I’m not sick anymore. Now I’m just coughing because it’s fun. *_*
It was Saturday yesterday and I thought about having maccachee but I didn’t. I’m having it today, though. There is a problem in that I have no salt (I’ll buy some later this aft.) and that makes it a little abnormal from how I like it.
Edit: actually, this is how I used to make it, in those days before I realised that salty things were good things. I have Italian seasoning, and I used to use basil and thyme or whatever looked interesting. Very similar!