Monday
I forgot that So Long and Thanks for All the Fish is my favorite book in the the trilogy. It is my favorite book in the trilogy, though it is quite short and probably unintelligible without at least one of the three books that preceded it, because I have this huge crush on the fictional character of Fenchurch. I kind of remember this while I'm not reading the book, but while I am reading it, I sort of spend the whole time in that shoulder-squnching, wide-eyed "Awwwwwwwww" expression which is typical to me when I'm mad crushin'.
I think this also has something to do with why I'm kind of surly all through the fifth book, but there are sufficient reasons for that already.
In real world news, Anna visited from California, and it made my month to just sit and talk for hours and hours with old friends. So that was nice. I don't think I mention enough nice things in my life to people, faceless voids, inanimate objects, higher powers, or even myself (I feel like I can legitimately claim not to properly belong to any of those categories), so there you have it. Also Shurpak is adorable. Like a cute little dancing snow machine.
Easter Sunday
"That looks like liquid diabetes." -Carlos, 03/23/2008
The above refers to the icing for the hot crossed buns I got up early to make. They came out delicious despite my troubles locating candied fruit. Now my only problem is keeping myself from eating all of them before I can cart them off to share with others. Not that I could eat all of them. So maybe I will have just one more...
Mmm, feast days.
Holy Saturday
So, instead of spending Good Friday fasting, working, and going to services, I spent it drinking soup and curled up under blankets, an ordeal I may have to repeat today. Here's hoping I can at least make it to the vigil tonight.
Aaaaand the Internet's gone out. I don't think I got the bill this month. I suppose these two items are related. BAH.
a few moments later
Still don't feel ready for Holy Week, much less the triduum. I suppose I won't make it to services tomorrow what with work and all. I better buy the ingredients for hot crossed buns, though.
Maundy Thursday
I: I've been counter-counterculture for a good while now.
B: Countercantulcan...
I: Counter-counter-culture?
B: You're saying the same prefix twice, right? Because it sounds like you're pronouncing them differently.
I: Contra-cobla.... I can't even say it. Contra-counterculture?
B: Counter-contraculture?
I: There's no such thing as contraculture.
B: Contras have culture.
I: You've never been to a contra, have you?
Friday
After a few days, I've managed to tear myself away from the vicious cycle of work, sleep, Brawl, work, sleep, Brawl. Most of the viciousness came during the Brawlin', some during the work. Only once during the sleep, when Shurpak woke me up via a clawing about the face. She's so adorable. I've since managed to clean a little, do some reading, and make a fairly tasty salad (spinach with red onion, tomato, and tahina sauce). Delicious.
And my entire social calendar for this weekend took a nosedive. I missed out on the bicycle hedonism because of a flat tire, the Whuppity Scoorie party was postponed due to illness in the hostess, and the Magnetic Fields concerts were all sold out by the time I got my paycheque. All that's left is the company party on Sunday, which should be.... interesting. Oh well, I'm probably better off without all the haggis and hedonism anyway. It's not the right time of year for either, really.
I don't feel ready for Holy Week.
Thursday
I think it might be time to clean the bathroom floor again, because when I look at it, I could swear I see things moving.
Feeds: