Here's how the day went...
Actually, I caught a cold the other day (which always means I had a lot of thoughts running around my head that made me feel like screaming, and rather than scream, I "caught" a cold.). Anyway, today the cold decided to get stuck there in my ears and create all this pressure that made it hard for me to hear stuff. So I took some sinus pills that then promptly made me a whacked-out goofball!
Yes, even worse than I normally already am!!
Which made my phone conference with Jerry stupidly unproductive so we just chatted for awhile about Paris and about being neurotic (no, not me!! ha ha) and about my baking habits in NYC many decades ago (I briefly assisted the pastry chef at the Museum of Modern Art in New York and that made me swear off professional baking forever after, but I did heartily enjoy some of the lesser-known perks of assisting the pastry chef at MoMA, and I mean that in the most salaciously dyke-y way you can possibly imagine!)
Which, for some inexplicable reason brings to mind the current online Yahoo! News headline -- Oprah Winfrey tearfully telling Barbara Walters "I'm not a lesbian!", then asking for a Kleenex. On camera, gang.
What is it about that scenario that makes you, I don't know, just kind of squirm and think nothing but the exact opposite of what Oprah's saying? Could it be the idea of tearfully telling Barbara Walters anything at all and assuming it could be anything besides a PR stunt? (Gosh, was it Shakespeare -- in Hamlet, perhaps?-- that priceless line: "She doth protest too much, me thinks!")
But who fucking cares one way or another, and isn't it a crying shame that it still matters that much??? That people can't just be whoever they need to be in this world and be left the fuck alone???
Back to my status as a whacked-out goofball...
The sinus pills, I mean.
After I was done baking the cookies, I promptly turned off the oven. When the furnace guy came to measure the furnace, he said, "Are you burning something?" And I said, "no -- I was baking cookies, but I didn't burn anything." And then 4 and a half HOURS later, I discovered I had turned the oven all the way up to BROIL instead of turning it off!
Me thinks the reason this house is so energy in-efficient is perhaps because I'm the one living in it! Jesus. Can't wait to see that electric bill.
Okay! Next on the list of things to stare at is the piano. That should be really interesting, with me whacked out on goofballs. I'm currently learning the (very) old song "Sidewalks of New York." I love that song! So fucking heartbreaking!! (Here's a great version. Check it out.)
Okay, now I'm gonna scoot, gang. Thanks for visiting!! See ya!
Yes, even worse than I normally already am!!
Which made my phone conference with Jerry stupidly unproductive so we just chatted for awhile about Paris and about being neurotic (no, not me!! ha ha) and about my baking habits in NYC many decades ago (I briefly assisted the pastry chef at the Museum of Modern Art in New York and that made me swear off professional baking forever after, but I did heartily enjoy some of the lesser-known perks of assisting the pastry chef at MoMA, and I mean that in the most salaciously dyke-y way you can possibly imagine!)
Which, for some inexplicable reason brings to mind the current online Yahoo! News headline -- Oprah Winfrey tearfully telling Barbara Walters "I'm not a lesbian!", then asking for a Kleenex. On camera, gang.
What is it about that scenario that makes you, I don't know, just kind of squirm and think nothing but the exact opposite of what Oprah's saying? Could it be the idea of tearfully telling Barbara Walters anything at all and assuming it could be anything besides a PR stunt? (Gosh, was it Shakespeare -- in Hamlet, perhaps?-- that priceless line: "She doth protest too much, me thinks!")
But who fucking cares one way or another, and isn't it a crying shame that it still matters that much??? That people can't just be whoever they need to be in this world and be left the fuck alone???
Back to my status as a whacked-out goofball...
The sinus pills, I mean.
After I was done baking the cookies, I promptly turned off the oven. When the furnace guy came to measure the furnace, he said, "Are you burning something?" And I said, "no -- I was baking cookies, but I didn't burn anything." And then 4 and a half HOURS later, I discovered I had turned the oven all the way up to BROIL instead of turning it off!
Me thinks the reason this house is so energy in-efficient is perhaps because I'm the one living in it! Jesus. Can't wait to see that electric bill.
Okay! Next on the list of things to stare at is the piano. That should be really interesting, with me whacked out on goofballs. I'm currently learning the (very) old song "Sidewalks of New York." I love that song! So fucking heartbreaking!! (Here's a great version. Check it out.)
Okay, now I'm gonna scoot, gang. Thanks for visiting!! See ya!
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