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Get a big skillet.



On low heat, melt a stick of real butter, toss in about two heaping tablespoons of crushed garlic and the juice of a really fat lemon.



Toss in a fist size chunk of diced shiitake mushrooms, and a fist sized chunk of diced woodear mushrooms.



Keep the heat low!



Toss in a teaspoon of the spice of doom, if you are lucky enough to have had it sent to you by Todd, if not toss in about a half dozen shredded chinese hot peppers.



Simmer a bit on low.



Arrange 6 really fat jumbo sea scallops around the edge of the skillet, or about 12 regular sized sea scallops. Place two shark loin fillets in the middle of the pan, sprinkle with salt and pepper, then toss a double fist of snow pea pods over the top.



Cover and let simmer on low until fish and scallops are done.



Serve over rice pilaf or just eat the damn stuff as is. Gods know its good enough. =)

You people are INSANE!!!



No fewer than SIX of you mofos messaged me explaining what a werret is! (And you all sort of agreed.)



Heh!



mmmm Chicken Marsala and handwritten letters from lovely people go well together. ♥

What the fuck is a werret?

Day 23 and no one is dead.



=)



Surprisingly enough.

So my brother convinced me to get a Sam's Club membership and we went there today. I have never seen so much bulk shit in my life! I stocked up on bottled water and pop. And they have MEATS! I kept humming to myself, "Who's the happy little carnivore? *I'M* the happy little carnivore!!"





I kept pointing and saying, "Lookit that!!" People around me on whom the shiny had already rubbed off smiled indulgently.





I would have spent close to $200 at the grocers for the $40 of stuff at the Sam's.





It makes my inner miser smile.

There once was a user named darkchild843, who decided to hop online, claim he was his brother, and that he had committed suicide the previous evening because his internet heart got broken by his internet girlfriend, kinkyvampiress.



Darkchild843 was asked 3 times to keep the drama out of the box and warned that a suspension was forthcoming if he did not.



He kept up, and was suspended by yours truly with this message:



" Keep the drama out of the vampbox. Period. DO not argue, just DO IT. And to quote YOU .. "Dude, get a clue. Grow up.""



To which he responded:



"that was mean i always thought you were a nice person guess i was wrong"



To which *I* responded:



"I'm *not* nice.



I also do not tolerate drama in the box. Or in the forums.



If you have seen me on the site for any length of time, you would KNOW this.



This is not the first, nor will it be the last, that someone has hopped on, saying they are some specific user's family member and that that user committed suicide, only to reveal it was a prank or something similar later.



It does not go over well at all.



If you need emotional support, then TALK to someone. Don't bandy a load of crap in the box or forums - it doesn't do you any good, and it lowers your cachet with those who might, otherwise, be a sympathetic ear."





Me. Nice? *snort*

What the hell am I doing awake at 8:30 on a Sunday morning? *grumble* I am not best pleased. I guess I could do my laundry or something.



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AHahahahahahahahahahahah*snrk*hahahahahah





Ok. That giggled me. *snicker*



No, I probably should get it done so I can wander aimlessly the rest of today.



I can't settle lately. I can't sit still, can't set to one task. It's playing merry hob with my writing.



On top of that, my laptop has decided that any office utilities (word, excel, powerpoint, access) just don't need to run. Period.



My brother is going to play the geek squad for me today and either fix it or give me a really good hammer.



I am only halfway joking abut the hammer.

Week one was concentrating on, "I am not a smoker."



Week two will be concentrating on, "I am not a smoker, and I eat healthily."



Week one wreaked havoc upon an already dodgy diet from the stress of the past two and a half months.



Here's where it almost gets laughable.



Week three-ish to four-ish, will be concentrating on, "I am not a smoker, I eat healthily, and I do some form of aerobic exercise on a regular basis."



I did mention laughable, yes?



Aerobic exercise. *shudder* Back to the torture cycle and elliptihell. Maybe I'll just move all the furniture out of the front room and put on music and dance. I like dancing. ... That actually sounds like a plan. Heh. =)

And no one is dead.



How surprising is THAT?



This evening will be the real test.



Going to hang out at "The Coast" with a few friends for a few drinks.



So. I'll give a progress report when I get home. =P



Progress report:



I did not smoke. :P

I am cranky.

I am so tired of this. I MAY be able to sell this house to my brother and buy a diferent one. I MAY NOT be able to do it. I MAY be able to do it. DAMMIT decide!



I need to know whether I can be fine and leave here, or if I have to deal with the creepiness of being here!



I miss my Daddy!



I want to bite people!



I want a Goddamned CIGARETTE!



I want to cry and I want it all now!



I also want a pickle, but I think that's the only thing I want that I can have.



At least I can get something I want so I don't have to change my mind until I am happy with what I have, yet.

I've been absurdly cheerful. Abnormally chipper.



And hyper.



I haven't even craved coffee.



Goddamned weird.



And tonight for dinner I only wanted pickles.



SIX OF THEM.



It's like my body is trying to detox on its own by craving the things that will do it.

Well, day 4 dawns, and my body and lungs are trying to eject all the residue from smoking gods know how many years. This is uncomfortable. And disgusting. I never want to go through it again.

Day 3 of not being a smoker has dawned. Well, it dawned several hours ago but my lazy ass slept in until NOON! Go lazy!



I'm not really having a tough time of it. I hope it stays like this. Heh. I just feel a little funky. *shrug*



And things smell funny.





But, that's about it so far.



I just keep telling myself, "I do not smoke," as opposed to "I quit smoking."



"I do not smoke."

Day one of not being a smoker.



All is well.



Craved one a bit on the drive home today, but mainly to use as counterpoint to gesticulating and shouting obscenities at my fellow travelers.





...







On a different note ... came to discover my father had about $30K more debt than we knew about. This has been paid off now. However ... This delays me selling this house to my brother and buying another, as we're both very low on reserves.



This house still gets creepier by the day.



I may pitch a tent in the yard. *snort*



I had a fabulous suggestion from WildChild. He said I should take a night or weekend and go stay at a hotel or spa or something, do something completely for me. I'd be willing to try just about anything to see if the nightmares go bye-bye.