Look, if you dare, at this wonder of baking that I produced just this past Saturday. Behold, if your eyes can handle its glory, the tastiest pear pie man will ever see!
It was rated as magnificently delicious by all of the Thxgiving* dinner guests at Gail & Ann’s this evening. And it only took two hours to bake in my oven from hell. The perfect compliment to the narcotic that is turkeystuffingmashedpotatoesgreenbeanssweetpotatocasserolecornbread.
*Dusty was here
I read the 1979 Sears WishBook!
Beat that.
In other news: I am so ready to pack up Ms. Helga and take a break. Thanksgiving is much-needed this year, if for nothing other than a complete collapse into my family. I’m certifiably exhausted from keeping myself moving from day to day. So, come Wednesday at 5:00, I’ll be skipping down Burrowes, boarding the Blue Loop, grabbing my car, stopping by my humble flat to pick up Ms. Lola and driving as fast as possible away from all that is Centre County. 🙂
…that you are depressed when The Abyss makes you cry.
Where are my purple aliens to take me away?
Well, it only took her a full two weeks to get acquainted and comfortable, but world, I give you Lola!
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I feel like. I’m five. different. people.
Today was one of those days. I was so busy with work crap. “Operation Banner Burned Down” will remain classified, but I can confirm that “the lipgloss is in the sequined clutch” for those of you in the know. I think Denise liked her little teapot-thank you gift and I have seen the Studio iMac with my own eyes, so it’s actually, truly real. Anyway, hour 7 of this 12 hour day is nigh and I’m beginning to fade, just a little.
Maybe if I weren’t absolutely famished. Why didn’t I pack a dinner? Why?
A conversation with Denise that had me giggling all the way up here this evening:
Me, entering hallway, exiting office: “Oh, hey Denise…I’m heading out.”
Denise, very seriously: “Okay…I need to talk to you about something.”
Me: “Oh?”
Denise, coming close: “Yeah.”
Denise: “Can you open this bottle of water?”
Me, chuckling: “God dammit, I hate you.”
Right! The Evening with Poe (or somesuch) in Elizabethtown. It was great. The mansion, our setting for the evening, was circa 1700 and filled with all kinds of great, ghoulish decorations. There were probably six players, all in character, who greeted us and kept us entertained throughout the evening. There was a reading of “The Tell-tale Heart,” “The Black Cat” and “The Raven” and enough riesling to make me feel nice and warmly cozy. Okay, I was tipsy. Nicole had a crush on Lord Byron. I flirted (alternately) with Becky and Anthony later, at Linden Diner.
*swell*
Okay, back to shooting students…er…working in the studio cube. Coffee with Hannah later.
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Well, nearly one whole week of pet ownership has gone by and I can say this right now: chinchillas are strange pets. That being said, here’s a compendium of chinchilla facts that I have put together through my extensive experience.
That’s all the material I have on the still-nameless chinchilla residing in my living room. I’ll probably spend this evening like the last few, lying on the floor, chirping with her for slightly less than an hour.
I’m becoming less defined
As days go by
Fading away
Well you might say
I’m losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract
In terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
I think sometimes I can see right through myself
Less concerned
About fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cuz it doesn’t really matter
No it doesn’t really matter
No it doesn’t really matter any more
None of this really matters any more
Yes, I am alone
But then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it’s because
Because you were never really real
To begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked
Yes it did
There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
Only
Only
Only
Only
Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye
And it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it’s something bad
I just couldn’t leave it alone
Pickin’ at that scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through
Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I never really shoulda seen
And now I know why
And now I know why
Things aren’t as pretty
On the inside
There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
“Only” – Nine Inch Nails
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I think that, after a warm and wonderful night like the last, I’m having a very hard time spending this day alone at work. I’m so bored here with absolutely nothing to do (specific or otherwise). It’s definitely loneliness, in the clichéd sense of “all alone in a crowded room.” The lab is full of students, talking and chattering away, but I’m sitting here feeling completely cold and listless. I finally broke my isolation with a walk to the ATM and a stop for some food and a soda at UniMart. (Hmm…maybe my blood sugar being below the bottom has something to do with how I’ve been feeling?) Sitting outside, with my back against a tall oak tree, sun beaming on my face, I realized just how depressed this stupid Sunday shift makes me. I am usually pretty glad to be at work in the FMC – there’s Denise to entertain me, interesting clients, the usual little challenges, etc. Here, I’m going stircrazy, and it’s putting into motion a very odd series of thoughts.
But yes, last night, Emily came over to join Nicole and Mike on a quest to drunkeness. We had sangria (in this beautiful new pitcher I picked up yesterday), ‘red headed sluts,’ and a meal of slow-cooked split pea and ham soup. Watched some Monty Python for as long as our attention spans could hold us and then Party Monster. It was an enjoyable time for all…lots of laughs, especially over the slippery kitchen floor…and I got to round out my night with a much needed cuddle.
Today, though, I really need a hug or at least human interaction. Students do not count. Somebody kidnap me.
Chinchilla in (hopefully) two days.