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Jun. 26th, 2013 03:55 pm
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)
I should be getting my camera charger in the next day or so. When I do, I'll be taking photos of my new Steven Spielberg neighborhood during my walks out with Toblerone.

Today, I got the cooking bug, and have made a beef stew, with top round roast, new potatoes (white and red), carrots, onions, and garlic. It's smelling good, if I do say so myself. This is the first stew I've ever made, so I'm hoping it turns out well, seeing as how this is only the second thing I've ever cooked for the Mother Unit, and she's used to Matt's cooking. Matt is professionally trained. There's no way I can out-do him, but I'm hoping I can at least keep the Unit happy in the culinary department whilst he's away with family in Portland.

My right knee has just about had it. I'm going to have to get to a doctor soon before I scream and die. This is not dramatics, it's just plain fact. I have a large pocket of fluid right on the front of the knee, below the patella. It hurts like all Sith Hell, and walking Toby every couple of hours in a hilly environment is not helping my severe state of disability.

Apparently LJ has a new feature that ranks your journal in, I suppose, popularity. This is what I got:

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I'm not really certain I agree with that, considering I've been more AWOL than not these past couple of years. Surely, I'd be further down on the totem pole. That's okay, though; I'll take it. Hopefully, my ranking will climb now that I'm trying to be more active here again. We'll see.

If you're curious about what your ranking is, just go to the LJ home page, and it should be right there near the top. Of course, you have to be logged in for it to show.

Must go stir the stew again. It's almost ready to be devoured, hopefully with enthusiasm. Gordon Ramsay, eat your heart out!
tinhuviel: (Hickey Monster)
I have now been up for 34 hours. Needless to say, I am getting absolutely nothing of any worth done today. I had planned on some marathon writing, but I can't get my mind on it because it's so exhausted. I hate it when this happens. And I can't get my Ambien until Thursday, which means I had to take two to actually sleep at least 6 days this past month. That is not good.

Insomnia really takes it out of a person. Especially when that person gets keyed up over the smallest little issue that may arise. I'm too skittish. That's what Riddick said about the Narc Crew taking him to Crematoria. Skittish.

I'm looking back on the video I made just a couple of months ago compared to the ones I'm doing now, and I really wish I had waited to work on any of the Shriek/Barry/Illuminati material until I had developed some level of Mad Skillz. The other mindless stuff like the Tutorials have been very instructional on how to actually make a viable video. Like the Candyman video I made this morning, or the Kicking Giant Arse epic from the other day. Synching up the images or movie clips to the beat of the music is a mathematical art I didn't think I was even remotely capable of, being a series suck-meister at maths of any sort. But it has happened, and I'm amazed at that.

Still running like scared wee fox from the hounds that haunt me on Facebook. I should never had asked that Question, then I would be blissfully ignorant about being watched. But, no, I can't leave well enough alone.

I've been a cooking fool today, making some chocolate candy and some chicken rice. Both turned out really well and I stored them in exactly the right size of bowls. This is miraculous because I never could do that when Aunt Tudi was alive. She used to laugh at me, at my incompetence at such things. I was incompetent because I figured she'd just do it better, being the domestic side of our arrangement, and I could continue being a mindless git. That's not the case anymore, and I'm really surprising myself.

I have mixed myself up a gigantic screwdriver in the hope it will make me sleep instead of pee uncontrollably. With my luck, I'll spend the evening the water closet, wishing that I could just close my eyes for five minutes. If I don't get some sleep soon, I will surely travel beyond madness and straight into Sparta.

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