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I did not sleep for shit last night. Woke up around ten, and only managed to get catnaps, interspersed with weird, and apparently upsetting dreams. I don't really remember most of them, but I woke up with my heart pounding and breathing hard. Joy,joy.
My gumbo and etoufee came! It spent the night defrosting, and it will be dinner for tonight. I'm hoping it's good. We'll make a pot of rice and find out. A quart is much smaller than I thought. It'll definitely be enough for dinner, but I don't know about leftovers. If it's good, next time we might have to get two.
I was correct about work-I did end up with a project, though not the one I expected. I imagine that's coming, too. Probably not until Sunday, though.
My dog is an asshole, y'all. He just insisted on going out so he could stand in his most belligerent pose, looking for shit to bark at. Didn't do any of the things we went out so he could do. After about five minutes, I gave up and made him come in. Now, less than five minutes later, he wants to do it again. Dog, it is 7:30am. We are not doing this, because if you find something to bark at, it is way too early. Now he is barking at Jess, because my reaction was not satisfactory.
I decided to take off from work early today, because it seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't really want to do the work today, so I compromised and will do the work for four hours.
Tomorrow is D&D! I am excited to see what the murder muppets get into this session!
My gumbo and etoufee came! It spent the night defrosting, and it will be dinner for tonight. I'm hoping it's good. We'll make a pot of rice and find out. A quart is much smaller than I thought. It'll definitely be enough for dinner, but I don't know about leftovers. If it's good, next time we might have to get two.
I was correct about work-I did end up with a project, though not the one I expected. I imagine that's coming, too. Probably not until Sunday, though.
My dog is an asshole, y'all. He just insisted on going out so he could stand in his most belligerent pose, looking for shit to bark at. Didn't do any of the things we went out so he could do. After about five minutes, I gave up and made him come in. Now, less than five minutes later, he wants to do it again. Dog, it is 7:30am. We are not doing this, because if you find something to bark at, it is way too early. Now he is barking at Jess, because my reaction was not satisfactory.
I decided to take off from work early today, because it seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't really want to do the work today, so I compromised and will do the work for four hours.
Tomorrow is D&D! I am excited to see what the murder muppets get into this session!
