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Was tired and crashy. Knew if I lay down I'd miss rehearsal. Barefly remembered screwdriver on way out door so I could put the new tags on the Honda (overdue 'cause I keep forgetting screwdriver). Dropped screw, spent a while looking for it in dark. Got tag on. Went to front of car ... need hex wrench, not screwdriver. Feh.
Drove to rehearsal. Realized my driving was not up to my safety standards; pulled over on shoulder, tilted seat back, and closed my eyes a while. Finally made it to rehearsal. Rehearsal mostly okay. Had what it seems best to describe as a "fingernail blowout" -- during ... "Black Nag", was it? ... I caught a string funny on an upstroke and all of a sudden half the acrylic and 9/10 of the white part of my nail on my middle finger vanished. Only bled a little, but put definite cramp in my style on guitar the rest of the night. Played recorder as often as possible after that. Still did play some guitar. Borrowed wrench to replace front tag.
Hit grocery for milk, toilet paper, chocolate, eggs, and cheese. They were out of the right kind of chocolate. Badness, but not urgent badness; I have a little left. Knees hurting badly all f'ing day; arms and shoulder hurting late...
Got home and there is three fucking fourths of a car length of space in front of my house. NOT the night I wanted to be limping across Lombard back and forth to fetch stuff in. Really wanted to park in front of my house or the vacant one next door. But no, three fourths of a space. Nobody looks when they park? Feh. Came in house all stompy annoyed; think I scared Perrine (but not enough to stop her from rubbing against me, even after I almost slammed the front door on her. Put away groceries, ate bowl of cereal, took pain meds, will probably crash.
'Nuther porn spam comment on 3-Feb entry tonight. Got IP addr. this time. Let's see whether I can get LJ abuse form to work this time.
Tomorrow, nail salon.
Did I mention grumpy?
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What kind of chocolate is the right kind?
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There's better tasting out there, and even better for feeding the monkey on my back, but for basic medicinal use on a budget, Hershey Special Dark does the job. (The Ghirardelli Dark that
If I completely run out of chocolate in the house, the next time the craving hits I wind up eating everything else in the house (some part of my brain keeps hoping the other foods will turn into chocolate in stomach or something, but it never does), blowing my grocery budget and just plain eating too much. It's much safer to make certain I've always got chocolate in the house.
Then there are the chocolates that get reserved for special treats, to be enjoyed specifically as cuisine, not to be taken as a drug. I don't encounter those very often.
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I'll keep those types of chocolate in mind for the next time I visit. &:) What kind of chocolates are reserved for special treats? Do they have the same effect on you as the medicinal chocolates?
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If I eat a lot of chocolate, it's been known to incite me to write strange short fiction.
Special treat chocolate is ... Lindt, some stuff I never remember the names of, basically chocolates more {potent, rich, complex-tasting, smooth} than Hershey/Nestle/Dove.
As far as I can tell, the medicinal properties are related to how much chocolate is in the chocolates, and the more enjoyable ones also tend to be more potent in that regard.
Ouch!
Sencond of all, the right kinda chocolate must be something Godiva or Gherardelli (-*spelling?*).
Third of all, damn those people and their cars!!
Re: Ouch!
Y'know, if I'd realized how annoyed I would be when I got home, I might have thought to buy ice cream. *sigh* Yeah, ice cream would be a very good thing right now.
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Sheila's up, so I can argue with your knees, but we'll have to use her, then get the bed out. (You always crash after massage, or almost always.) Or is your air matress mended? I do not care for the skinny one. D4 is fine.
No one can say I don't aim to please. Unless they cross me.
I am so sorry about a bloody nail. I did it to my toe at the renaissance faire. Fortunately I pack full first aid kit. I can take you to the nail place. We can right this owie maybe.
I am so glad my job requires nails short and uncomplicated. I hate it when they split, but the general idea is to lose them. Inelegant, but not dangerous.
I could get pornographic here, but think I'll stop.
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#blink# }}flutter{{ Pornographic regarding lack of nails? What ever do you mean? <<innocent look>> I'm too innocent to understand such things; you might have to show me instead of trying to explain. <<innocent look>>