No beer for you!
Mar. 12th, 2004 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberSo, if there's anyone out there who is bitterly satisfied when I suffer, and I'm not saying there is, but if that should happen to be the case, you can let them know that my day today would have given them a great deal of bitter satisfaction.
I'll skip work entirely. I knew, on the way home, that I was prescient last night when I thought while drinking the last beer, "Perhaps I should have saved the last beer for tomorrow when I get home from work..." Hands still quivering from work, I followed the same plan I answered myself with last night... I poured out the last of the rum (Brain: But the rum!), mixing it with Pepsi and lemon juice. (Brain: That much lemon juice? It's going to taste horrible.) This is the rum that I bought on my 21st birthday, years ago... We don't go through alcohol very fast in this house.
In the mood for a sandwich for dinner, I opened the second-to-last can of tuna... And only then remembered that I'd used up the last of the mayo and pickle relish a week ago. Other options overruled by the open can of tuna stitting on the counter... I could have a sandwich with just tuna, straight, nothing else...
Madeline: "There's some leftover rice in the fridge. I'll make stirfry with this open can of tuna."
Brain: "What?!! This is going to suck..."
Madeline: "Shut up, brain."
Eggs cracked over rice in what was once a nonstick frying pan.
Brain: "This is going to suck..."
Madeline: "Shut up, brain."
Tuna added. Mixture chopped up and stirred continually with plastic spatula.
Madeline: "Think of it as a rice-and-tuna omelette."
Brain: ". . . ...That's revolting."
More cooking.
Brain: "Make sure that when you blog this, you mention that I had no part in it."
Madeline: "Right."
Honestly, a bad day at work doesn't screw me up that much. Work is over now, I'm home, I've got a plan for happiness (drink some alcohol, eat dinner, say amusing things on my LJ), and I'm carrying out that plan. What actually makes me suffer is pain that involves other people, where I can never leave it behind, and there's no plan that can make it end. But we're talking about light happy things, right? <toothy grin>
The drink: tastes like cough syrup, which is fine by me, since I've got that nasty kind of tickle in my throat that induces coughing to no end. Cough syrup is just what's called for. Actually, now that I'm halfway done with it, it's not really bad at all! Wooo! <sway>
The stirfry: (Brain: "Maybe if you'd added some salt or pepper..." Madeline: "Shut up, brain.") It's not horrible. I imagine people in the military eat stuff like this every day. It's food, something to put in the stomach, and then go read.
(And before you worry: ) Don't worry. My brain and I have an excellent relationship. The operative metaphor is Bill & Ted. (Brain: "If you're really me, what number am I thinking of?" Madeline: "3." Brain: "Whoa!" Madeline & Brain: [mental air guitar])
I'll skip work entirely. I knew, on the way home, that I was prescient last night when I thought while drinking the last beer, "Perhaps I should have saved the last beer for tomorrow when I get home from work..." Hands still quivering from work, I followed the same plan I answered myself with last night... I poured out the last of the rum (Brain: But the rum!), mixing it with Pepsi and lemon juice. (Brain: That much lemon juice? It's going to taste horrible.) This is the rum that I bought on my 21st birthday, years ago... We don't go through alcohol very fast in this house.
In the mood for a sandwich for dinner, I opened the second-to-last can of tuna... And only then remembered that I'd used up the last of the mayo and pickle relish a week ago. Other options overruled by the open can of tuna stitting on the counter... I could have a sandwich with just tuna, straight, nothing else...
Madeline: "There's some leftover rice in the fridge. I'll make stirfry with this open can of tuna."
Brain: "What?!! This is going to suck..."
Madeline: "Shut up, brain."
Eggs cracked over rice in what was once a nonstick frying pan.
Brain: "This is going to suck..."
Madeline: "Shut up, brain."
Tuna added. Mixture chopped up and stirred continually with plastic spatula.
Madeline: "Think of it as a rice-and-tuna omelette."
Brain: ". . . ...That's revolting."
More cooking.
Brain: "Make sure that when you blog this, you mention that I had no part in it."
Madeline: "Right."
Honestly, a bad day at work doesn't screw me up that much. Work is over now, I'm home, I've got a plan for happiness (drink some alcohol, eat dinner, say amusing things on my LJ), and I'm carrying out that plan. What actually makes me suffer is pain that involves other people, where I can never leave it behind, and there's no plan that can make it end. But we're talking about light happy things, right? <toothy grin>
The drink: tastes like cough syrup, which is fine by me, since I've got that nasty kind of tickle in my throat that induces coughing to no end. Cough syrup is just what's called for. Actually, now that I'm halfway done with it, it's not really bad at all! Wooo! <sway>
The stirfry: (Brain: "Maybe if you'd added some salt or pepper..." Madeline: "Shut up, brain.") It's not horrible. I imagine people in the military eat stuff like this every day. It's food, something to put in the stomach, and then go read.
(And before you worry: ) Don't worry. My brain and I have an excellent relationship. The operative metaphor is Bill & Ted. (Brain: "If you're really me, what number am I thinking of?" Madeline: "3." Brain: "Whoa!" Madeline & Brain: [mental air guitar])