I purchased The Joy of Cooking and ordered The Absolute Beginner's Guide to Programming C today. The cookbook hasn't been cracked but I plan on looking it over sometime this weekend and hopefully cooking something up for my evening repasts. This will involve me having to clean up the kitchen and doing the dishes.
The bathroom's clean so the kitchen damn well better follow in the bathroom's footsteps except for the poo and stuff.
To be honest, as I always am at heptapod.org I've been very content and at peace the last month and change. At therapy I discussed the things which contributed to my contentment. Also discussed my current habit of being a vampire. Y'know how vampires can never enter a house unless they're invited or anything. Everyone's had a great big helping of spivak. An overdose that causes a severe anaphylactic shock that causes an immune system to label me as poison.
On the bright side that which does not kill you something something something which is a good thing because now the world at large should be immune to my pathogens. Yet everything takes time, I'm cocooning myself up in my apartment and doing as little as humanly possible because right now, in the words of Wilfred Brimley, it's the right thing to do.
Malyss made this and showed it to me on Tuesday night.
I think it's pretty neat.
Under the cover of night our crew convened upon City Hall. The mayor met us outside and motioned for us to wait. He explained that if we entered through the front door it would be conspicuous and tip our collective hands. Producing a large bronze skeleton key, the key to the city, he stuck it into a formerly unseen keyhole under a pedestal that set gears and levers into place that raised City Hall's facade revealing a hidden stairwell leading into the basement.
Everyone gathered around beanpole while he explained the plan. We were joined by Mystery, Inc. but Scooby Doo wasn't anywhere to be seen. We had to go upstairs and catch the villain in the act otherwise it would be entrapment and other nonsense. I went up the stairs where I ran into Kylie a.k.a. nutmeg.
Her hair was a vibrant copper red that gleamed in the light. She was wearing a low-cut, black evening gown with a matching shiny black purse. This is where I realized the dream was taking place in Sacramento, CA because that's where she lives and in my dream she's never going to leave the city. Anyway I haven't spoken to her in ages whether in waking life or while dreaming and was excited to see her. Kylie looked at me coming across as affronted, wrinkling up her nose once she recognized me. "You expect me to still be your friend?" Some guy came up behind her and whispered in her ear before they went upstairs to join the black tie party on the second floor. Above me I could hear screams and across the stairs I could see there was an earnest chase in process on the third floor. My group rushes past me and I follow in their wake heading towards the fourth floor.
Then fourth floor was a humble trailer home. A crime had been committed and the evidence was before us. The mayor ruefully shook his head as he looked over the big dune buggy that was crashed into a sofa made out of sand. Upon further investigation the dune buggy was declared a fake and we had been on a wild goose chase much to the amusement of the perpetrator. The mayor declared that we had been framed. Outside I could see the sunrise over a big grassy field and I really wanted to be there.
