Currents of Time

I like sweet potatoes. Last time Aniko and I raided the local grocery, I picked some up, because I knew they were fairly simple to prepare and also yummy, and easily experimented with. I didn't do much in the way of experimenting this time around, because I have a few recipes... But they're kind of vague in places and we didn't always have all the ingredients. (No bell-pepper? Eh, it's not that important... No cumin. What does cumin even taste like? Oh, wait, this has cumin in it. Maybe this will work? Wait, it's already in the list... OH CRUD I BET THAT'S TOO MUCH CINNAMON. [It was] ... We don't have canned crushed tomatoes, either. ... Spaghetti sauce it totally crushed tomatoes.)

I've made sweet potato and peanut butter soup (it's good) and some sweet potato + a million seasonings + tofu .... stir-fry thing. "Skillet dinner," my mother calls it, apparently.

There are no more sweet potatoes now, though. TRAGIC.

Oh, wow, I have half of the instructions on how to make our Thanksgiving dinner. And a million other soup recipes. I just made soup. I don't want more soup.

...I am hungry and have no idea what I'm making for dinner tonight and so am browsing my cooking folder, could you tell? Next thing you know, I'll start posting the recipes I've been using.



Transformers: Animated is over now. This is very sad. I'm going to miss it, and I wish they'd had another episode to wrap things up in, but I'd probably be saying that even if they had. Here is where I'd go off on a million things about it if I weren't sure you're all beyond sick of hearing about robots at this point. (Haven't mentioned BotCon in this entry yet. Let me remedy that. BOTCONBOTCONBOTCON. Wait, where am I going, again? And when? I've forgotten somehow. Something about trans... transf... tansfers? I'm transfering? Oh, right. ROBOTS.)


...By the way. Printer. I love how you periodically decide to reinstall yourself. It is not the least bit annoying or inconvenient. Please, let us play this game again.

Blood-taking-class talk again.

( So, again, don't look if you don't like it. )

There, that was short.

Remember there was a spider? Well, I put it outside, and a massive centipede of death moved in. I actually didn't know it was a centipede at first because I've never seen one that huge. Really, at first I thought it was another spider, because I could only see a little bit of it. No, though. It went outside, too.

And then there was a spider in the garbage this morning and it tried to kill me when I went to pull out some plastic to put it into the (reclaimed! HAHA) recycling bin. I was going to put that one outside, but it insisted on escaping my attempts to can it, so I had to flatten it, lest it escape into the kitchen, which would not be okay. Except now there's a-freaking-nother one up on the wall, near the ceiling where I can't reach it. WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE.

I made noodles with vegetables, chicken, and peanut butter tonight. It is a bit dry, so tomorrow I will make a sauce for it. (I have a recipe for the sauce, at least.) I did this while keeping an eye on the spider. I will blame the spider for the food being dry. Clearly this is the only sane and rational explanation.


Five days left to write a paper and absolutely no motivation. Come oooon, self. That's only half a page a day. You can do this.

...oh god apathy. I love learning, but I'm tired of schoolwork. I am unbelievably tired of schoolwork.


I keep trying to work on a story, but my brain has suddenly flipped into Bad Fic mode. Which basically means I've seen too much badfic and now my brain is plotting how, if at all, some of those ideas could be well-written. Please give up, Brain. You cannot win this battle. What's more, I don't want you to try. At least I know I won't try to write any of it. It's mostly just idle speculation. "Well, maybe it could almost work if.... No, that won't cut it, either...." Face it, Jecca. You hate that plot and will never be able to deal with it. It will never make sense to you. Please stop.


(I HAVE BEEN TALKING OUT LOUD TO MYSELF ALL DAY. The spider on the wall probably thinks I'm completely mad.)