clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2012-10-01 01:28 pm
A lack of accountability on your part should not constitute an emergency on mine
I've heard of the movie The Road to El Dorado, and I see lots of gifs from it. It looked vaguely charming, but this Tumblr post about it pushed it considerably higher on my Want To See list. How fantastic would it have been if the original idea hadn't been shot down?
This weekend I ran myself a little more ragged than I should have and wow I'm paying for it today. Saturday was my day to perform at Smoker, and when I got home from that I changed clothes, grabbed a bottle of wine, and headed out to CrossFit Lawrence's celebration party in honor of being in their new spot for a year. I stayed later than I'd anticipated and didn't get to bed until close to midnight. Of course I couldn't sleep past 7am on Sunday, so I did a few loads of laundry and cleaned the kitchen before cleaning up myself and heading out to KCRF for my day as a patron. I got a little drunker than I'd anticipated and didn't get home until close to 8:30.
I came home with a dozen turkey legs because they were selling them six for one as I walked past the food stand. If I'd had a way to carry more I'd have purchased more. That's some cheap eating, yo. Once I got home I had to shred them up for freezing, and stripping down twelve turkey legs was pretty time-consuming. I crawled into bed a bit after 10pm, dead beat. Of course I woke at 6am this morning. *sigh*
Tonight, getting to bed early is Priority Number One.
Interesting Introspective Opportunity: Clementine emailed me on Friday with a list of beliefs that are associated with autoimmune disease (no, I have no idea where she got this) and the last two were 1. Challenges with being flexible, going with the flow 2. Feeling challenged by others' lack of accountability.
Hm.
Imma take my nap now.
This weekend I ran myself a little more ragged than I should have and wow I'm paying for it today. Saturday was my day to perform at Smoker, and when I got home from that I changed clothes, grabbed a bottle of wine, and headed out to CrossFit Lawrence's celebration party in honor of being in their new spot for a year. I stayed later than I'd anticipated and didn't get to bed until close to midnight. Of course I couldn't sleep past 7am on Sunday, so I did a few loads of laundry and cleaned the kitchen before cleaning up myself and heading out to KCRF for my day as a patron. I got a little drunker than I'd anticipated and didn't get home until close to 8:30.
I came home with a dozen turkey legs because they were selling them six for one as I walked past the food stand. If I'd had a way to carry more I'd have purchased more. That's some cheap eating, yo. Once I got home I had to shred them up for freezing, and stripping down twelve turkey legs was pretty time-consuming. I crawled into bed a bit after 10pm, dead beat. Of course I woke at 6am this morning. *sigh*
Tonight, getting to bed early is Priority Number One.
Interesting Introspective Opportunity: Clementine emailed me on Friday with a list of beliefs that are associated with autoimmune disease (no, I have no idea where she got this) and the last two were 1. Challenges with being flexible, going with the flow 2. Feeling challenged by others' lack of accountability.
Hm.
Imma take my nap now.

no subject
"Take a chill pill" is probably a recommendation ;-)
no subject
There were a lot of other things that she listed that don't apply at all, but those last two really stood out.
I hate taking chill pills.
no subject
I love the idea of scoring cheap meat, but wouldn't have a clue what to do with that much dark meat (I'm a white turkey meat girl, but am willing to learn to enjoy the dark meat, too.)
no subject
Says the girl who has always preferred dark meat and hasn't voluntarily eaten a bird breast without using it in soup or casserole in over 20 years.
no subject
no subject
So, I'll have them in the mail on their way back to you tomorrow. :'( Maybe next year....
no subject
no subject
I miss reading Get Fuzzy; I may have to go hunt them up....
no subject