Me: goes to the medicine cabinet to get a needle to clean up a carving.
Self: "You think you might be sweating details that no one else will ever notice?"
OK, this is more of an observation than a serious gripe, but I've been #1 on the waiting list for *11 copies* of this book for over a week now. How freakin' long does it take people to read a simple mystery novel? 🤪 All 11 people could have read it in that time. No wonder I've been waiting since June to get my hands on it.
This morning, 15 hrs into a power outage, is brought to you by gas stoves, backpacking coffee grinders, and camping coffee presses.
Sunset and campfire on the last camping night of the year. ☹️
Does this web make my ass look fat?
I'd never really thought about jumping on an elevator before, but now I kind of want to.
And what the hell does that second sentence mean?
Indian restaurants.
Order a gravy dish.
Here's your 2 cups of Dal Makhani.
Order a Biryani.
Here. We cooked this in the empty hull of a battleship.
I'm in an Indian restaurant and the current playlist is Best Flute Songs. So, that's a choice. 🤷♂️
Judge me if you will, but on a bit of a lark I bought an el cheapo Chinese smart watch. I have to admire the simple candor of the packaging and the sheer poetry of the first line of the manual: "Thanksgiving. I met you in the years like songs."