Selfie in the augur mirror
Eating apple cake and ice cream first. Not because I’m a grownup and can do whatever I want, but because I’m a grownup who wants to sleep.
Dessert before bed = hours of tossing and turning.
Keith and I had a bit too much fun at Walmart.
Here I thought laying on my side would deter Max from making me into his private cushion.
I forgot the mic at home, and didn’t know what I was going to read until about a half hour before, but it all worked out.
Nothing says fine dining like a frozen pineapple pizza.
Alternate text: the cost of my laziness is tastelessness.
She sang 4 songs with Massive Attack, and were the best of the night, possibly with the exception of the Bela Lugosi’s Dead cover.
Her voice is still sublime and angelic and lovely. It brought tears to my eyes and gave me chills in all the right ways.
I was distracted by a conversation and so missed the moment when I should have turned off the sour coming into the mash mixer for preheating. Even with the clamps off, there was very little leaking.
…but it wasn’t a great one either.
It’s time to stop making fiddly changes and finish this.