Boy, howdy did last night suck…

Finishing work yesterday was difficult. Getting out was not fun, and I decided to stop at the grocery store before going home, so that I could just settle in and get shitfaced while prepping dip and Japanese Steakhouse dressing for a salad day we had at work today. Just to let you know what kind of night it was, I also picked up a fifth of Jameson. I bitched at Orpheus online for a little while, was frankly cruel to horny old men in a few chatrooms, and finally got to cooking around 8 PM. The eggplant I put into my roasted red pepper dip was a little too large, leaving me with enough to base a sauce for the chicken breast I’d picked up, so I sautéed onion and garlic with my chicken, deglazed the pan with lemon juice and dry vermouth, then added the eggplant for a simmer-sauce reduction. I’d baked a sweet potato for oven-roasted mash, and had everything set to go, when disaster struck…

I had just brought the steaming plate back into my room to eat, and placed it kind of half on, half off my desk (because of the piles of shit already occupying said space), and half-way through the first cut into my delicious-smelling chicken, the plate overturned onto the floor. It was a disgusting mess. I just drank more instead of dinner, went to bed early, and had a crappy night’s sleep. I think, all told, I slept two hours last night in real time. Plus, I got so hot that the bed was a swampy, sweaty mess in the morning. I had to get up early and do laundry. Meh! Hopefully, tonight will be better.

Today at work was actually OK. I didn’t have as much trouble staying awake as usual, and the salad day was quite nice. My sales were up relative to the last couple days, and that was nice, too. Hopefully, O.’s day didn’t suck, and he’ll be ok with watching my pathetic ass nap for an hour before I start in on dinner. If not, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be a big grumpus stumpus. Hell, at least the movie on tonight’s docket is Baseketball. That oughtta liven our shit up.