"Into the Woods You Go Again..."

Soujin is alive! And coherent! Goodness gracious, Captain Foster.

Happy birthday, __veronika__!! May it be excellent and fannish where desirable and filled with many good things! May your icons skillz only get even better, and may photoshopping programmes work as they ought! And have an ecstatic, jubilant, supremely wonderful natal day of days. *glompage*

The image of the day

"Pas de discours ni de mots doux..."

The pig dissection finished exceeding well. If anyone wants pictures, I have some. erinpuff? Anyone?

At present, I am wearing a big white bandage around my upper arm because it looks cool because I've been picking my skin bloody, and Mum v. put out. As well as the fact that it looks cool. I shall get inquiries from my acting class, I'm sure, and being the attention-whore I am this is quite desirable.

Waen made four loaves of bread for Maundy Thursday--two parmesan, dill and fennel, and two cinnamon-almond fish-shaped ones filled with a thick, buttery cinnamon-almond paste and with raisins for eyes and almond scales. Most beautiful do they appear, as well as most delectable. Shortly we shall make Easter cookies with her beautiful cookie cutters from Williams&Sonoma.

I still cannot eat any of these things, of course, but I am no longer protesting their being made. Besides, it's fun for us to join in and do it all together. This is just me training myself to use my nonexistent will-power, and be a good girl. With any luck, it won't be long until I can have a cookie on Easter again.

I love Bruno so very, very much. <3 Voice beautiful. Daniel is just as good, though. This is my favourite song.

Oh, by the way, I lied a moment ago. Pig dissection is not, in fact, entirely over. We still have the head. *g* Due to lack of refrigerator space, we were required to decapitate the corpse and stick the head in the fridge on its own, wrapped in a little plastic bag. The body and organs as well as much removed tissue went into the ashcan, and I pity the poor thief, hoping for some papers to commit identity theft with, who goes rummaging through our garbage this week. Due to many differences between the heart of a fetal pig and one which is full-grown, we shall shortly procure a heart from the butcher and have a go at that, too. I think I've found my true calling. Forget writing, forget psychiatry, forget teaching--

I was meant to be a surgeon. *EG*

Now to make cookies. Upon the same table, with the same utensils, and in the same apron I used when dissecting the pig, not two hours hence. Bwahaha. Our relatives won't have any idea.

Too bad I didn't save the kidneys.

"What are these delicious little dots you used to make the spots on the easter egg?" my irritating uncle shall ask. "They taste so ...interesting... and yet so good!"

"Oh," I'll answer, smiling serenely, "that's just the formaldehyde."

And then see if he ever made snide comments about our hybrid again. ^_~

Yes, it's a real pity those kidneys are in the ashcan.

"You Have To Every Now and Then..."

Acting quite satisfactory. Unfortunately, on the way home, I lost it and poured out all my dietary woes upon poor Da', who, first of all, has had no idea until now about any of this because I've never mentioned it before to him and secondly is rather awkward at sympathy and did not deserve to be saddled with the responsibility of having something to say. I feel rather badly.

I, unfortunately, must to bed much early, because must be up betimes at five:forty-five in order to get my exercises done in time to breakfast with Mum. At least it will be the slightly soothing stretching session this time at the end, so that I may not be entirely ded.

However, if I do survive, Da's requested essay comparing Samuel Pepys and Benvenuto Cellini will quite finish me off for good. Suddenly, my sympathy is much lessened. *g*

Have begun 'A Little Princess' at Waen's request; she's still monopolising The Brothers Karamazov. Woe is exceedingly me if she do not finish soon at let me have it, demmit.

All right, bed now. Am already running out of time.