WHY DO I--

KEEP BUYING COOK BOOKS?! well, because it's kind of fun to look at all the recipes and ingredients and stuff. BUT STILL--

Honestly, I've got more recipes than I can possibly deal with right now. I think I've ended up cooking...about four of the now 100+ recipes I've got in these books and cards. I can kind of justify it in that some of them are quite old, and many of them are actually kind of gourmet (well, for me anyway), so the recipes tend to be quite in-depth and expensive to prepare. Also, many of them require, for example, '2 cups of lard.' So yeah. But anyway, I hope to make a few this coming week, and really all of this is for when I'm living on my own / with roomies and I / we get sick of cheap ramen.

On the other side of things, work continues to drag on. I say drag this time because some of these days in the last few weeks have been more than a little depressing. Honestly, pardon my French, but we get so, so much shit in the donations. We have a dumpster that's probably 6 ft x 8 ft x 15 ft, that we all take great care to pack evenly and efficiently. We filled it from 1/3 to over-full over the entire surface in one afternoon last week. 3/5 (filthy, torn, PISSED ON), clothes, 1/5 (broken, rotting, MOLDY) furniture, 1/5 other random stuff. As the lead donations processor (i.e. lifter of the heavy and awkward), I deal with just about all of it at some point. Man...we aren't a dump. Please don't treat us like a dump. Next time, I pack it into a box in my trunk and throw it on your front lawn! AND THEN MAKE MY CAT PEE ON IT!
But honestly, the people working are doing a great job of lifting morale during all this. Everyone is working really hard, making lots of jokes, being extra-nice, etc. It helps so, so much. So enough complaining! And swearing! On to the better stuff!

I haven't been writing quite as much as I'd hoped. The night when Mom and Dad were gone was the afternoon I talked about in the above paragraph at work, and the last thing I wanted to do was anything close to working. Seriously, I'm glad no one else was home, because I worry what I would have done when Mom and Dad would have cheerily greeted me at the front door. This face comes to mind. So yeah, cook super easy dinner and do nothing that night. BUT! the rest of the week has been better. I'm about 1/2 way through that big outline of it all I was talking about. Hoo, this is going to be big. But I'm looking forward to it! This weekend when Mom and Dad are at the Celtic Festival, I'm hoping to just sit down on Friday night, heat up a pizza I bought today, and just write my deliciously cheese-clogged heart out. I plan to get one full chapter done, if not more. So wish me luck!

Unfortunately, I've given up on the Iranian accent thing for my RPG character. I've found there's no way I can do it that either doesn't devolve quickly into something probably quite racist, or is a heck of a lot of work to keep up for the many hours our weekly sessions tend to take. On the other hand, he's already caused several zombies to explode with just the power of his mind (MIND-TAKING comes later, trust me), and flown around using self-made great big bat wings with someone on his back. All-in-all, a good time!

Well, I'm going to go make my lunch for tomorrow. Envy my salami and pepper jack cheese! ENVY THEM!