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beansideYesterday was kind of a bust. The one thing that went well was the Russian food, which was delicious. I had a pastry for breakfast, and it was still good. The shashlik was tender and tasty, and perfectly cooked, the sweet cheese blinchiki were sweet and rich and perfect with a little sour cream to cut down the sweetness. Pastries are good, and filling. All in all, awesome.
On the other hand, my Masks game was cancelled due to illness. Which I totally understand! It happens. I don't mean to whine like a little piss-baby. But I really look forward to it, and it went away, and that was sad for me.
Then, we got dinner at Texas Roadhouse, which is normally very good. Instead, my steak was undercooked and very salty. Shelly's prime rib was raw, and stringy and tough, and they forgot multiple sides. I was the one who suggested that, so I was kind of guilty about it, even though rationally, it was not my fault.
Then, to make up for it, I ordered cupcakes from the cupcakery we've ordered from before. Jess, Shelly and Dad's cupcakes came, but not mine. Instead they gave me a peanut butter cupcake. I think I've mentioned that right now, all peanut butter or peanut butter flavored things taste rancid. So, I could not eat the cupcake. I did not want to deprive Jess or Shelly of theirs, so I did not have a cupcake.
And of course, there was the toilet thing in the morning.
It all led to me crying at bedtime, because my Saturday basically sucked. Which made me feel bad for being a whiny piss-baby.
Today, I'm still sad, because it's back to work, and I don't feel like that's quite fair. I should get a do-over for Saturday.
The only high spot was talking to the friends on Friday, the GBBO on Friday, and some good Russian food on Saturday. The rest was either blah, or actively sucky.
Okay, done being whiny. I'm tired of listening to myself.
On the other hand, my Masks game was cancelled due to illness. Which I totally understand! It happens. I don't mean to whine like a little piss-baby. But I really look forward to it, and it went away, and that was sad for me.
Then, we got dinner at Texas Roadhouse, which is normally very good. Instead, my steak was undercooked and very salty. Shelly's prime rib was raw, and stringy and tough, and they forgot multiple sides. I was the one who suggested that, so I was kind of guilty about it, even though rationally, it was not my fault.
Then, to make up for it, I ordered cupcakes from the cupcakery we've ordered from before. Jess, Shelly and Dad's cupcakes came, but not mine. Instead they gave me a peanut butter cupcake. I think I've mentioned that right now, all peanut butter or peanut butter flavored things taste rancid. So, I could not eat the cupcake. I did not want to deprive Jess or Shelly of theirs, so I did not have a cupcake.
And of course, there was the toilet thing in the morning.
It all led to me crying at bedtime, because my Saturday basically sucked. Which made me feel bad for being a whiny piss-baby.
Today, I'm still sad, because it's back to work, and I don't feel like that's quite fair. I should get a do-over for Saturday.
The only high spot was talking to the friends on Friday, the GBBO on Friday, and some good Russian food on Saturday. The rest was either blah, or actively sucky.
Okay, done being whiny. I'm tired of listening to myself.
