Monday, August 18, 2003

I cannot write for long because, after taking the evening off to eat Indian food with Eric’s Mom and Carol – we went to Dawat where we were served a Blackout 2003 Special menu, basically vegetarian because all their meat had gone bad, but it was pretty good anyway, if I were to debase myself by becoming a vegetarian, I have the feeling I’d eat a hell of a lot of Indian – and because, after eating three kinds of cake back at home before Mom and Carol went on to their hotel, I wasted half an hour or so playing Civilization -- I awoke in a panic and set about making a Le Marquis, or Chocolate Spongecake, which, if all goes well, and all must go well, I will ice tonight.  If all goes well, I will have by tomorrow six days and nine recipes left to go, which would be alright if one of them wasn’t boned duck stuffed with pate and baked in pastry, and a couple others weren’t icings for which I’ll have to go and make more cakes.  I have faith it will all go well – after all (sing it with me), what could happen? The one industrious thing I did last night – and it was so industrious I have to think I was suffering a brief habitation by my mother – was sew up a hole in a shirt.  I do not sew.  At all.  But it made me feel so good to do this that I thought, hell, maybe I’ll tackle sewing next.  My mom, who is both an accomplished sewer (I refuse to use the word seamstress, just refuse) and a dedicated mom, long ago drew a line in the sand at the prospect of teaching me to sew.  “No fucking way” is what she said – I may be paraphrasing here.  I think she had some idea we’d wind up murdering each other.  But I am older and wiser now, maybe I’ll take up the needle and embark with all my blogging fans on a tailoring adventure. Jesus fucking Christ, can you think of a single more boring subject for a blog?  Well, except software? I’ve been having these dreams where I get fired for, variously, cursing out the President, having sex with some inappropriate someone in some inappropriately public place, making a mess in the office kitchen, or landing an obscene book deal.  These are very, very good dreams, and I wake up feeling refreshed.  Refreshed, but not in any way prepared to go to work.  And yet that is where I must go. More tomorrow.   7:41:03 AM    comment []