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The week-end was actually surprisingly not made of awesome. The friend we had plans with Saturday flaked out, my grandfather was really cranky, and it was cold. The best we ended up doing was going for groceries, which we did kind of need. Then I spend the rest of the night being whingy about being in and went to bed early.

Plans also fell through for yesterday. Steven and I went out for an early brunch at Cheesecake Factory since we had a giftcard and it was much better this time than last, though someone should remind my dumb ass that eating lots of strawberries will indeed make me a sad badger. Still, it was a nice way to kill a good hour and a half. I saw one of the girls I went to high school with, which is always interesting.

We were originally going to go see a bellydancing thing today, but boston.com sucks and never mentioned tickets. Turns out they (like most things) were out of our entertainment budget. Steven called Sam, with whom we were supposed to go, and I started tidying up while he was doing that.

I'm trying to get in the habit of having one day a week that I clean around here. For a while, it was biweekly while Steven had the kid, but it seemed very overwhelming. Once a week is much more manageable. I ended up actually scrubbing down the walls by the sink because they had this gross, grayish film over them. Damned if I know why, because no one smokes in here, but it's gone now. Method's All Purpose cleaner is DAMN good for that. Of course, once I did that, I had to wipe down the radiators and the sills and the telly because they looked grimy too. So the end of a couple hours of cleaning meant that our bedroom is tidied up with clean sheets, the dishwasher is empty, and the living room is picked up.

You wouldn't know that now, though, since there's folded laundry everywhere and stuff on the couch from me being here all day.

Sam rang after that and decided she was too tired to do anything, so we made a pilgrimage to Le Target. I needed to buy a giant antibacterial soap refill. I came home with 5 pairs of dollar socks, a Star Wars shirt for $3.98, animal crackers, a pair of head phones that I need to return, and some Seventh Generation dish soap that smells great. Guess what I did not actually buy. We hit the Sbux there because we had another giftcard. New honey latte = ok. Vanilla bean mini scones, however, are pretty delicious.

We went to Bread and Circus on the way home because I had an unholy craving for Meat! and Steven's generally untrusting of the other other markets in the area. We also ran out of soy sauce and the kind he likes also seems to not be in the local shops and we never remember we could go to the Super 88 until it's too late. We ended up picking up a couple things and getting a potential invitation to go to a gallery opening this week-end. And I have maple glazed parsnips now.

After that, we ended up back here, watched some not really great telly, and caught a bit of the news before I started feeling sick. Without going into TMI-Land, it was very bad and I was up until approximately 3:30 in the morning. I preemptively called out of work since I figured, if nothing else, I would be exhausted today. I spent most of the rest of today feeling kind of yucky and napping between bouts of nasty stomach cramps, so it was a wise decision.

At least I feel fine to go to work tomorrow. Clothes are all picked out and everything.

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Date: 2008-03-04 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-karen-show.livejournal.com
i asked for a sample of the honey latte last time i was at the bux, and i was really underwhelmed. i think honey is SO much better in tea.

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Date: 2008-03-04 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devilgrrl.livejournal.com
I think I like their chai much better. I'm reminded of this every single time I order something not that.

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