November 25, 2003 :: 12:12 a.m.
heaven would be full of calorie-free cheesecake
My fingers are covered in charcoal. My whole hands are, actually. I've been working on the first of my final drawings, you see. And I'll probably be coated in the black stuff from now until the end of the semester, so I guess I'd better get used to it. Gar. I am so ready for this semester to be over, too. Like... SO ready. I couldn't be more ready if you paid me and/or bribed me with cookies. And I know that after the small reprieve of christmas break, it's just going to go from bad to worse... but I still want it to be over. Can someone arrange that, please?
Work tonight was pleasantly slow. I even had time to read the most recent addition of Martha Stewart Living, which I did not buy but did copy some recipes out of. Vanilla hazelnuts, sesame soy cashews with wasabi peas and nori, and maple-sugared walnuts... mmm. Except that I will, of course, be making that last one with some nut other than walnuts. Because I hate walnuts with a fiery passion. Some would ask what walnuts ever did to me... well, friends, they offended my delicate taste buds with their bitter taste and mealy texture. They are an affront to my palate, and I think that's reason enough. So, no walnuts. But definitely spiced nuts in general. Yumminess.
Adam and I are going to Philly again on Wednesday to see Something Corporate at the Electric Factory, which should be a grand time. It would be grander if I didn't have class on Wednesday (Adam doesn't), but of course I do. Because it's funny when my life is crap. Oh, yeah, I just love it. But the concert should be good times, and then Thursday will bring a day off from my newly-stringent healthy eating habits to enjoy the many wondrous edibles that my family will produce for Thanksgiving. My family is a lot of bad things, and bad at a lot of things... but one thing we rock at is cooking. We make nummy food, especially desserts. I hear there will be pumpkin caramel cheesecake. My tongue is tingling in anticipation. Seriously.
Anyhow, children, it's time for me to get off to bed. Morning comes much too quickly.
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