A Total Shambles

How did NYE go?

1. Drank far too much.

2. Made a very bad, drunk move on Z. Got abused for it. Tried to walk home after feeling very humiliated and in a way totally unbeknownst to me ended up doing a full circle back to the original pub. One minute I was walking home, the next I looked up and clearly thought "Hello? Another one?" But it was the same one. Copped another round from Z.


How did NYD go?

1. Text message from co-worker at 7:30 in the morning. It's like once these people have children they forget what sleeping in is all about.

2. Completely abused body wouldn't let me get out of until after ten, and then that was far too early. Tossing and turning thinking what a mess I made and how I'm not actually sure what went down, but pretty sure that any sort of friendship I had just got ruined.

3. A phone call from Z to see if I got home okay. What the hell? So I say sorry and she says not to apologise. Again, what the hell?

4. Ate Black Eyed Peas and hoped to feel better tomorrow.


The usual: Resolutions

1. Don't necessarily drink less, but binge less.

2. Become more self-sufficient. Start home brewing and set up the garden to be a viable thing. Reduce the cost of living a bit.

3. Spend some of the money saved playing more pool.

4. Have more sex than last year.

The Stock Pot

Decided to make a stock today after pulling apart the leftover chicken. It's part of a new attempt at less wastage. I've been living off one six-dollar chicken since wednesday night and I reckon I'll get at least half a dozen more meals out of it (in frozen bits of course).

So I've had the stock going for ages and it's all nice and tasty. I strain it and decided to kind of wring out as much as I can from the vegies that were in there. Of course, I have a munch on one of the bits of carrot when I'm done squeezing it out and am fairly surprised to find that it tastes just the same as the stock does. It lost it's carrotness and became part of the hive mind....

I've just finished reading Steven King's Cell - which I found similar in the opening doomsday thing to The Stand - but he goes into telepathy a bit in Cell, where the 'phone-people' actually share a hive mind. I love Steven King. Mostly it's good, fast reading. He does panic really well, and is one of those writers that can have me laughing aloud with his descriptions of things during a crisis.

Anyway, the hive mind. It's where there's no individuality any more. The 'phone-people' in Cell, my stockpot. I see the connection clearly.


No, I'm not still drunk blogging.