Research, call… Research, call… Research, call… I wish I could say that it were as interesting as I make each call sound. Crass vocal manipulation has been my job before, and it is to be again. Time to find a new job. Know anybody hiring for the position of Muse in Madison, WI? Give them this web address, and hopefully they’ll love what they see, not be able to do without me, and shower my general vicinity with riches. In all likelihood, however, that is simply not to be. Moving on.
Orpheus was dreadfully ill last night, so I made him some “sick tea.” Said concoction is not for the faint of heart. What I usually do is make burgers (basically, the half-pork, half-beef and breadcrumb proprietary formula for my better-than-Mom’s meatloaf,) with frozen spinach added into the mix. I thaw the spinach, pressing the water out and reserving. I mince up a clove or two of garlic (very fine), then drop it into the spinach-water, add a bag of green tea, then zap it all for a couple minutes. When it’s piping hot, I add lemon juice and honey, then drink it all quite quickly. O is not up to such shenanigans. Therefore, I just used some awful tea called ‘throat-coat,’ a single, small clove of garlic, and massive, dribbling quantities of honey. Insultingly, he still had to dig out the rendered garlic before he could drink it. Imagine! All that love in a glass, and still he spurns me… ;-) Oh, well. He was really clingy when I got out of bed this morning, which means he’s still needy. Too bad we won’t be hanging out tonight, and that he’s not feeling terribly ‘able.”
Tonight, I’m hanging out with Terra Firma and her sister (henceforth to be known as Sister,) at home. Since the two don’t really like seafood, we’re having chicken paella. I’m a little scared, but will be doing the alcohol, so white Rioja e Cervesa it is… Keeping the taste buds occupado with a stiff white and/or a mello lager may be just what the doctor ordered. Or, perhaps, Terra’s half-boxed wonder will, again, amaze, as they have the last few times. Any way you look at it, though, I’m gonna be drunk.
More tomorrow, hopefully. Unless I die of boredom at work.
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