From Schnauzerland ---
Oct. 1st, 2006 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyHere I am, ensconced in the lair of grey-bearded canines. Their mama has set sail---well, not actual sails, but she *is* on the high seas even as I type. I have cash in hand, a refridgerator that's not only quieter than mine, but considerably better stocked---a half-dozen different varieties of protein to tempt me---none of them eggs!---and a 12 pack of Diet Coke with Lime that nearly made me sob with feeling.
I've been subsisting on store-brand colas for so long---without a hint of citrus---that The Good Stuff makes me feel like one of those wine snobs you see: *sniff, sniff* "Ah, the bouquet! Key lime, harvested in February, 2006 in the Conch Republic..." *sip* "Effervescent! Lively, with full-bodied aspartame sweetness and a tart citrus aftertaste...." DC w/L is my caffeine of choice, you see, so after such an extended period of deprivation, I'm taking care not to guzzle the whole thing overnight. I could do it, no joke.
There are also several slightly stale donuts (a few seconds in the microwave should revive them), a whole loaf of honey wheat bread (I must locate her toaster), a few pieces of fruit, and sufficient dog- and cat food to keep the menagerie from starving until mama returns.
Tomorrow, I'll find a relatively cheap gas station, because I drove over here on fumes. I'll get some eggs, because toast alone does not breakfast make, some kidney beans to toss in the crockpot with that mass o' ground beef---a pot of chili ought to last me 2 or 3 days---and something chocolate. And then, I may just hunker down and write and cook and go for walks on the beach.
Tonight, though, I'm going to sink into the hot tub and soak until I'm a raisin.
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And this is how paranoid I've become: when I set up my computer, I plugged my surge protector into her surge protector....
I've been subsisting on store-brand colas for so long---without a hint of citrus---that The Good Stuff makes me feel like one of those wine snobs you see: *sniff, sniff* "Ah, the bouquet! Key lime, harvested in February, 2006 in the Conch Republic..." *sip* "Effervescent! Lively, with full-bodied aspartame sweetness and a tart citrus aftertaste...." DC w/L is my caffeine of choice, you see, so after such an extended period of deprivation, I'm taking care not to guzzle the whole thing overnight. I could do it, no joke.
There are also several slightly stale donuts (a few seconds in the microwave should revive them), a whole loaf of honey wheat bread (I must locate her toaster), a few pieces of fruit, and sufficient dog- and cat food to keep the menagerie from starving until mama returns.
Tomorrow, I'll find a relatively cheap gas station, because I drove over here on fumes. I'll get some eggs, because toast alone does not breakfast make, some kidney beans to toss in the crockpot with that mass o' ground beef---a pot of chili ought to last me 2 or 3 days---and something chocolate. And then, I may just hunker down and write and cook and go for walks on the beach.
Tonight, though, I'm going to sink into the hot tub and soak until I'm a raisin.
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And this is how paranoid I've become: when I set up my computer, I plugged my surge protector into her surge protector....