Where is my taco?  I cannot seem to find my taco.”

by Brian Enigma on May 12, 2004 6:20am

in Dear Diary,Food,Work

Today was good on a culi­nary level, and rather zombie-like on all other lev­els.  For lunch, I ran down to Uwa­ji­maya and grabbed some sashimi-quality fish.  Unfor­tu­nately, their selec­tion is not as great as the Santa Ana Mit­sua, but their prices are good.  I also picked up a num­ber of things I was run­ning low on (instant dashi, rice wine, wasabi) as well as gyoza wrap­pers so that I can make my own instead of steam­ing the frozen stuff.  Lunch con­sisted of some tasty tuna and a bowl of rice.  That unfor­tu­nately left me with not quite enough rice to make all the sushi I wanted tonight.  I also did not real­ize I would use up so much rice vine­gar prepar­ing the sushi rice and should have picked up another bot­tle.  Tonight's sushi con­sisted of tuna, salmon, and k-rab.  I still have some salmon and arti­fi­cial krab left, so I'll prob­a­bly have it for lunch tomor­row.  (Men­tal note: set the timer on the rice maker).

Ebenezer thought he wanted wasabi.  He quickly changed his mind after steal­ing some.  I have never seen a cat make such vivid sour faces.  I guess the lack of hair helps to bet­ter see the look of dis­gust.  There was much sneez­ing and much nose run­ning, until he dealt with it by attack­ing his sister.

Besides that, I was a zom­bie most of the day.  I got a lot of code writ­ten for work and am ahead of sched­ule, and even worked an extra hour…but ended up col­laps­ing and tak­ing an invol­un­tary nap after lunch and was barely able to focus on any­thing.  My sleep sched­ule has been all mucked up lately.  The super fun part of that is that when I decide to play a mind­less game like Burn­ing Mon­key Mahjongg or Burn­ing Mon­key Soli­taire, the cats see the light and move­ment.  They instantly wake up and decide it is time to be active.  This means they attack any­thing that moves under the cov­ers (my feet and knees) and even­tu­ally loudly chase each other back and forth between the bed­room and the office.  This sort of negates the brain-numbing rep­e­ti­tion of the soli­taire games.

This morn­ing, I half woke up to the smell of cin­na­mon raisin bread from the bread machine and the Sen­ate hear­ings on the clock radio.  This made for inter­est­ing half-awake/half-asleep dreams, none of which I can remem­ber now, but all of which were quite surreal. 

And because this post would not be com­plete with­out ten mil­lion men­tions of the cats, I do not under­stand what their love/hate rela­tion­ship is with the shower.  After I am fin­ished show­er­ing, they love to hop into the tub and inves­ti­gate the slightly-damp sur­face.  Addi­tion­ally, Ebenezer likes to drink his dirty, soapy bath water while he gets a bath.  I just do not under­stand, really.

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