Friday afternoon
Dec. 12th, 2003 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo, after work, which killed all of one bug and relegated four more to the "irrelevant," "already fixed," "it's in the specification that way," and "not in this lifetime," I left the office exactly 8.5 hours after I'd arrived, eating lunch at my desk, and wandered over to the cafe' where I regularly stop for a break before heading over to pick up Yamaarashi-chan. I sat down and looked at my schedule and I had an hour to spare.
In that time I wrote 1,813 words. Good ones, too. All of them drenched in sex. Hot lesbian three-way action! (I did that just so it would show up on Google.) And with a climax (pun intended) so good that my only regret was, "Damn. I can never use that metaphor again." I wished candy cigarettes were still being made. I could have used one. Still, it's not a metaphor I'm planning on using elsewhere.
Picked up Yamaarashi-chan, stopped for cat food at Mud Bay, and then went home. Omaha said she was feeling "uncreative" about dinner ideas so I offered to make chicken noodle soup. We had all the ingredients: an onion, a stalk of celery, a carrot, diced and saute'd. Add five to six cups of chicken broth. Toss in four to eight ounces of diced chicken and a quarter teaspoon of dried thyme. Simmer for fifteen minutes, add four to six ounces of noodles and a cup of peas, and cook for another ten to twelve.
Mmmm, yummy. Not canned, so the noodles still had some firmness and the chicken some flavor. Yamaarashi-chan ate hers all up; Kouryou-chan balked and asked for ravioli instead, and we had some leftovers in the 'fridge, so I tried that. She wouldn't eat those, either. Although her fever's broken, it's hard to get her to eat. Still, she's doing much, much better. Yesterday she was hovering just below 102F.
And now it's time to put certain children to bed.
In that time I wrote 1,813 words. Good ones, too. All of them drenched in sex. Hot lesbian three-way action! (I did that just so it would show up on Google.) And with a climax (pun intended) so good that my only regret was, "Damn. I can never use that metaphor again." I wished candy cigarettes were still being made. I could have used one. Still, it's not a metaphor I'm planning on using elsewhere.
Picked up Yamaarashi-chan, stopped for cat food at Mud Bay, and then went home. Omaha said she was feeling "uncreative" about dinner ideas so I offered to make chicken noodle soup. We had all the ingredients: an onion, a stalk of celery, a carrot, diced and saute'd. Add five to six cups of chicken broth. Toss in four to eight ounces of diced chicken and a quarter teaspoon of dried thyme. Simmer for fifteen minutes, add four to six ounces of noodles and a cup of peas, and cook for another ten to twelve.
Mmmm, yummy. Not canned, so the noodles still had some firmness and the chicken some flavor. Yamaarashi-chan ate hers all up; Kouryou-chan balked and asked for ravioli instead, and we had some leftovers in the 'fridge, so I tried that. She wouldn't eat those, either. Although her fever's broken, it's hard to get her to eat. Still, she's doing much, much better. Yesterday she was hovering just below 102F.
And now it's time to put certain children to bed.
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Date: 2003-12-13 08:28 am (UTC)It's a good thing I don't live much closer, or I'd be begging a seat at your table all the time.